#have I had Second Chance playing on repeat since Friday?

[atinystraynstay]

Life Goes On - Park Jimin

Synopsis: It was finally happening. Jimin would be leaving for the military in a few weeks. The boys have worked hard to make the enlistment process seamless for themselves and the fans, but that doesn't mean you are ready.

Pairing: idol! Park Jimin x reader Genre: Flufffffff Word Count: 2.1k Note: BTS was the first k-pop group I got into, all thanks to a college friend who was obsessed at the time. I still remember her sending me Spring Day as a recommend and listening to it on repeat all winter break. They were a huge source of happiness, especially during the pandemic. Watching each member go has been tough, but I am excited for the day that OT7 is back in 2025. 💜

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It was a calm Friday night. Probably the last Friday night we would get like this. The world outside had a particular stillness to it, almost as if nobody else existed besides us.

The only source of light in the living room came from the fairy lights strung around the apartment. I had suggested to Jimin that we decorate our shared space early seeing as he would soon be joining his six friends, his six brothers in military service. We weren't sure how much more time we would have together, so we wanted to create joyful holiday memories before the rush of preparing for enlistment fully began. I wanted to give Jimin a chance to enjoy the holiday season with friends and family before the goodbyes start.

We were laying on our couch. Our bodies were positioned so Jimin's back rested against the arm of the couch, my body resting against his back and sitting in between his legs. His right hand rested gently on my hip, running up and down lazily. His touch left me feeling hypnotized like I was putty in his hands. A dark green blanket was draped over our bodies, keeping us warm. Some holiday movie was playing in the background, but I was not even paying attention. Hence the popcorn bowl was only half empty. I was trying my best to savor the feeling of being this close to Jimin, what it was like to feel his body warmth against mine, to feel his presence next to me.

A soft ding brought me back to reality. I glanced over to my right, away from the TV, when I saw Jimin raise his cellphone with his left hand. I instantly recognized the app responsible for the notification. Weverse.

"It's posted," Jimin whispered. I could sense his body trying to sit up a bit straighter. I followed suit, allowing him to adjust his posture before gently leaning against him again. He had moved his phone so it was in front of the both of us. His phone was already unlocked due to his camera recognizing his face. The notification push is already open for the two of us to read.

I could feel my heart sink a bit. I knew this was coming. We already talked about it. Why was I so nervous?

Hello. This is BIGHIT MUSIC.

We would like to inform our fans that RM, Jimin, V, and Jung Kook have initiated the military enlistment process.

All of us have been aware of the plan for a while. There have been numerous, lengthy conversations since 2020 about what would happen, what life would be like, what the boys wanted for themselves before and after enlistment, and everything in between. The protocol all the boys would follow made sense. Jin was going to go first, seeing as he was the oldest and had the shortest amount of time. J-Hope decided that he would go second, just wanting to get it over with to get back on stage sooner. Yoongi would go third, seeing as his military service would be the longest period as a civil servant. He wanted to stay on track with rejoining the group in 2025. The other four wanted to go in together, to be able to support each other and say goodbye rather than leaving one person left behind. Three years ago, the plan seemed like it was so far away. But the plan was now in action and the rest of the world knew it.

The boys have been able to pursue projects they had only dreamed of. They had gotten the chance of a lifetime to take control and make decisions for each of themselves. And I was beyond proud of them all, especially Jimin. It was just now happening too quickly for my liking. I felt like I was losing time now.

What was my plan? What was I going to do? 18 months without Jimin, without my source of happiness and laughter in this sometimes dark world. Everyone seemed to know what they were meant to do, but what about me? "Babe? Y/n?"

I blinked a couple of times after registering that Jimin was calling out to me. I looked down to see the phone had been removed from in front of me, now sitting next to the popcorn bowl on the coffee table. I felt a hand cradle my cheek, turning it gently to the side until I met those deep brown eyes. I tried offering a light smile but knew that it was all an act. My glossy eyes a dead giveaway.

"Angel, what's going on in your mind? Talk to me." "I don't want you to go. Like I know you have to. We've talked about it basically over the last three years, but that doesn't mean I want you to go."

Jimin frowned. I felt him gently push on my body, indicating he wanted me to shift. My frown deepened as I turned to sit forward, my legs hitting the wooden floor. Shivers shot up my spine from the contact with the cold floor. Jimin remained sitting in the same position, his body against the corner and arm of the couch. However, this time, his hands were extended towards me. I shifted my body slightly, to face him, but also slipped my hands into his. His warm touch. That brought a smile at my gesture. He slipped his fingers in between mine before giving my hand three tiny squeezes, our little way of saying 'I love you' without having to verbally say it. It worked in situations where we were out in public, unable to hear each other, or for times like this when speaking might be too difficult.

"I don't want to go either, baby. I really don't. The thought of leaving you for a short while pains me, but it's something that has to be done."

I nodded my head, listening to his words. I didn't even realize at this point that a few tears had slipped down my cheeks.

"18 months just seems like such a long time. So much can happen in a year and a half." "And I look forward to hearing about every single moment, every second when I see you again. Or if it is something you absolutely cannot wait to tell me, you know you can write me a letter. I always loved your handwriting."

His thumb gently caressed the back of my hand. My eyes were trained down at our interlocked hands. I watched the way his thumb gently moved across my knuckles. Three tiny squeezes.

"And you won't be completely alone, you know."

I picked my head up, turning it slightly. What was he talking about? His eyes widened in return to my expression. "You didn't think I came up with a plan for us?"

"We never talked about it, Jimin. We always talked about what you and the boys needed and wanted before and after enlistment. That was the sole focus."

"But you're my focus," he whispered. He leaned forward to press a gentle kiss to my cheek, a lingering kiss. My head naturally tilted towards his lips, one more tear falling as I just soaked in the moment. Who knows how many more kisses I would be able to receive from Jimin. Now that the world knew of his intention to enlist, we were waiting anxiously for the report-for-duty date. "Stay right there."

Jimin slowly leaned away from me. He then slowly detached himself before he got up and started walking in the direction of the Christmas tree. In a few weeks, we had planned to throw a Christmas party not just for us, but for RM, V, and Jungkook to celebrate one last holiday season before leaving us for a little bit. The tree would soon be lined up with gifts for each of the boys and from them. Jimin glanced back towards me, winking which caused me to giggle a bit. He soon tucked himself between the wall and the tree to retrieve something from the back. What was he up to?

I wiped my tears, not wanting to bring any more somber energy into our evening. While yes I was sad about having to depart from my beloved for a bit, tonight and the days to come were about making Jimin feel comfortable. It was tearing him apart inside at the possibility of missing important family time.

Soon, Jimin reemerged with a white bag that had red ribbons holding it together. He held the gift bag in one hand before coming back to sit right beside me. His free hand wrapped around my shoulders, placing the gift bag right in my lap. "No such thing as an early present. Merry Christmas, my love," he whispered. His lips pressed into the side of my head.

My eyes widened in surprised as I took the gift bag into both of my hands. Using my left hand to stabilize it, my right hand began to take out the tissue paper. It was white, matching the exterior of the bag, but had gold mixed into it. The tissue paper was discarded onto the floor by our feet. Inside was a brown book with black pages. Black pages? How was I supposed to read that?

Very carefully, I took the book out of the bag. I set the bag beside me to place the book in my lap. On the front was a brown cover with a star cutout. I assume you can place a photo that you like in the front. The book was closed due to black straps of leather that were tied into a bow. I slowly undid the bow, freeing the pages of the book to be flipped. The book wasn't a traditional book. The pages opened like an accordion.

I placed the cover by the one end of the coffee table, seeing it stretch all the way to the other end. "Jimin, what is this?" I asked softly. The pages were currently blank.

I heard that heavenly laughter behind me. Soon, arms were wrapped around my stomach and pulled me back in. My hands gently rested on top of his arms, his chin resting on my shoulder. "It's a photo album. It's not just for you, it's for us. You can fill it with whatever you want as a way to keep me in the loop on all the adventures you'll have while I'm away. I want to be present in your life as much as possible. I know I won't get much time to be here physically, but I figured this would be the next best thing. You can take photos of yourself, what you see, put in flowers that you want pressed - whatever you want to show me when I get back. And then, when I come home, we'll sit right here on the couch and look through it all." His lips pressed against my shoulder as I stared at the photo album.

"And then, of course, my parents will always welcome you in with open arms. I'm convinced they get more excited about having you visit than they do with me," he laughed. "So if you feel the urge to be around family, my family is ready to step up to the plate. Or even if you want them to come visit you, they are more than happy to do so."

"It's just going to be so weird without any of you guys around here," I sighed. "Well, don't worry. Jin is going to be back soon, so you won't be too lonely for long. I know he'll make sure you are fed, you are happy, and you won't have a moment of silence again until I arrive home."

Staying in Jimin's arms, I smiled brightly. "You really have thought of everything, huh?"

Jimin nodded proudly. His arms gave me a gentle squeeze before reconnecting his lips to my cheek. "I tried to! I know life is going to go on while I'm away. And I want you to be able to live it all. You can do that for me, right?"

This time, I nodded my head before turning my head to press my forehead gently against his. "Of course. I'll take all the photos in the world and be waiting for you to come home," I whispered to him. He seemed satisfied with my response as he soon pressed his lips gently against mine. I melted into his warm embrace.

I have a plan now.

#jimin x reader #jimin x you #jimin x y/n #jimin #park jimin #bts jimin #jiminie #bts #bts army #bts imagines #bts fanfic #bangtan #kpop #jimin bts #fanfic

[armpirate]

Anti-romantic || JJk | Ch. 17

Pairings: Boxer!Jungkook x fem!reader || Enemies to lovers, neighbors

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, curse, illegal boxing, violence

Warnings: fuckboy!Jungkook x reader, smut, dirty talk, curse, mention of tarot and fate

Summary: Jungkook had always been carefree when it came to love. He always believed he was worth sharing himself with everyone, and thought it was selfish of him to ever think of keeping himself exclusive to just one person.

And maybe that was exactly what got him into the big problem he was in.

A curse that kept him away from love didn't seem an issue for him. The fact that his ex-girlfriend thought he'd be affected by the idea of the girls he slept with running away from him after sex was ridiculous. She actually did him a favor, and took a burden away from him.

At least that was what he thought at first.

He had never found himself thinking of the possibility of repeating with neither of his hook ups, because they disappeared before he was able to even think about it. But when he makes the mistake of sleeping with the sexy neighbor that lives in front of him, he finds himself hoping to get the chance for a second round every time their paths cross.

Y/n hated him the second he set foot inside the building by the way he started making her life a miserable mess for no reason. Sleeping with him was a big mistake she wasn't thinking of repeating. At least not until he came up with the excuse that she rejected him for a curse. Not only she thought he was annoying, but she was also convinced he was crazy. 

There was no way she could take him seriously.

Aprox. time of reading: 17 minutes

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Her eyes rolled almost in sync with the female voice that she managed to hear from the hole she made. It was the first girl she had heard in weeks, and it was definitely the last one she was going to hear. She wouldn't have cared. It was Friday night, she didn't have to wake up early the next day. She probably would've kept her cool if Jungkook was a good guy, which he wasn't. Her lips were pursed as she tried to come up with something to ruin his night.

The only reason she was considering being nice to him was that article. And he ruined it. He played with her, and later admitted he wasn't even considering helping her.

She was sure nothing would stop him, not even the police did the first few weeks he moved in. Probably he'd only stop if he felt forced to.

And what's a bigger motive than panicking because they had cut your electricity?

She got out of her bed, moving her sheets away as she slipped her feet inside her slippers.

It wasn't like she had done something like that ever before, but it suddenly scared her to think that she could end up electrocuted if she touched the wrong place.

—3B, 3B... —she looked out loud.

Each apartment had its own electricity meter, with Jungkook's being next to hers. Her face lit up as soon as she saw it, rushing to touch a few things, moving down the small lever before she stepped outside the small and dark room again.

Jungkook huffed when his house went completely dark out of nowhere, getting Brit to break the kiss almost instantly to push him away and look around.

—It's just a blackout —he tried to shrug it off, leaning again over her—. It's not like we need any lights for what we're going to do —he mumbled.

—I don't care —she pushed him away, trying to look at him through the darkness.

Huffing, Jungkook got up first, walking towards the main door to check whether it was just his apartment dealing with problems with electricity. And it seemed like it was, since the landing looked bright as soon as he clicked the switch.

He had no problems with his bills. It wasn't like he earned a big fortune through the gym and the fights, but it was enough to pay his expenses and spend it on things he wanted to.

Like going out that night and meeting someone to take home.

Confused, he walked to Y/n's apartment, wondering if it was a problem related to the apartments and the electricity meters and not the building itself. And it seemed like it was when her house was completely dark as she opened the door.

—You, too? —he asked.

—Yeah. I was watching a movie, and it all went black out of nowhere —she lied—. I called one of the old ladies on the fourth floor, to know whether they were having the same problem, and they told me it seems like it's a problem with the apartments. Apparently the owners had the same problems years ago —she tilted her head—. She told me it's a problem related to those things that look like a thermostat.

—It's an electricity meter —he corrected her.

She rolled her eyes at the way he attempted to outsmart her on something she already knew.

—I'll go take a look —he informed her.

Her eyes followed him, seeing how he peeked his head inside his apartment to then move out again, until he turned the angle of the lift to go downstairs. As soon as he disappeared, Y/n turned on her lights again.

And it seemed like the universe was smiling at her by the way his fling showed up not even a second later, with her arms crossed over the rounded cleavage of her red dress. The girl smiled shyly at her, waving her hand, barely moving it away from her forearm.

—Oh —she pointed at the image behind Y/n—, you have electricity.

At first, Y/n just wanted to piss Jungkook off, but she just came up with something better than that.

—Yeah? I always did. I'm up to date with all my bills, not like others —she mumbled.

—What do you mean? —the girl tilted her head.

—I mean, I didn't say anything —she started—, but apparently he has some problems paying the bills —Y/n started.

—Wait, so he lied to me?

Y/n stopped, not being surprised in the slightest at how that girl agreed in getting involved with Jungkook. She wasn't the smartest one in her town.

—He said you also had problems, but your lights are turned on —she pointed out.

—He always does this —she clicked her tongue, faking sadness—. The amount of girls I've seen running away from that house. He always pretends to have money, but I'm wondering if it's a plan to hook someone else and live through their money. It happened with his ex-girlfriend. The girl lost her business. And she was even going to get a breast augmentation, but he leeched off her money and she could only get one —she sighed—. I shouldn't be telling you this, but I'm a girl's girl, and I think it's my obligation to protect any girl getting near him that doesn't know what his real intentions are.

As she went on speaking, she could see the way the girl's face showed more and more panic and worry. To be honest, it wasn't like either of those things were enough to get that type of reaction out of Y/n if she were in her situation. Or maybe it was that she was thinking about Jungkook, and not a whole ass stranger she had just met in a bar and who invited her over, before she was left alone in the dark with him.

Yeah, that girl had every right to look scared at that moment.

—Thank you so much for telling me this —she thanked her—.

Y/n was left confused when that girl walked back inside the apartment, not closing the door behind her and taking a while before she stepped outside again with her bag hanging on her shoulder.

—I hope your pillow is cold on both sides —she finally said, dedicating her one last look before she called the lift.

Y/n simply nodded, thinking she'd never hear in real life what she was used to reading on social media just for the laughs. And that made her wonder how chronically online that girl was. That article she wrote two months back about how attached to social media society is was so right...

Rolling her eyes, Y/n moved inside her apartment again, closing the door behind her. She knew it was a matter of time until Jungkook knocked on her door.

Or not.

She thought she was being way too optimistic on his intelligence by thinking he'd tell right away what she did.

And she was right.

At first he was confused when he saw her electricity meter looked right, while his seemed to be turned off. He was already thinking of telling Y/n to call the electricity company, because her blackout could've been due to something major. Until he saw his flings making her way outside the building.

—I already solved it —he announced, walking a bit faster so she'd stop by the door.

—Ah.

—You don't have to leave.

—Look, you aren't really my type —she tried to comfort him.

—But you... said...

—I know what I said —she interrupted him—. But still, you aren't. And I'm not yours either.

He didn't really have a type. Well, if he did have one, Y/n fitted it better than any other girl... And he scolded himself for even thinking about her at that moment. He couldn't let that girl go, she was the only one that could get that petty know-it-all out of his head.

—You aren't?

—You want someone that will take care of your bills, and I'm looking for someone that will pay for my things —she stated, as if that was the most common thing to say—. We are looking for the same, but in the same perspective. I don't know if I'm explaining myself.

—Where did you get all that from?

He wasn't the richest, the gym barely gave him any money to cover up some expenses apart from the living ones, but he didn't give off the image of someone who would be with another person because of their money.

If that were the case, he'd have made things up with his mother as soon as he had to help his father out after their divorce.

—Your neighbor told me —she quickly covered her mouth—, but she didn't say it, alright? She told me it was a secret.

The puzzle was all set in his head, it all made sense when he received that little information that he was missing. Y/n couldn't be as low and annoying as doing everything she did that night to keep him from hooking up with someone else, and all over a damn article that she probably wouldn't even need him to write.

—That b... —Jungkook cut his sentence, smiling nicely at the confused girl— That big mouth of hers —he corrected—. But Brit, we can still have a good night.

—My name is Florence —her smile dropped as she corrected him.

—Brit... Florence, of course. It was a cute nickname for you. It's what I do —she started walking without looking back—. I always give cute girls a new name that fits them better. Y/n for example is "insufferable psycho" —he added with a lower voice.

Jungkook contemplated getting on the lift just to piss Y/n off, but he thought he'd be faster if he used the stairs instead. He'd have any other day to piss her off the same way she always did with him.

She didn't even pretend to hide how proud she was as she opened her door, with a satisfied smile on her face as she opened the door enough to show him off how bright her house was.

—I was about to send you a text. Whatever you did worked —she lied, pushing the few buttons he had left unpressed.

—'Course, because it had nothing to do with something you could've done.

—Me? —she faked surprise, placing her palm on her chest— Why would I do anything to you if you had done nothing wrong?

—So Brit... Florence —he corrected himself— just came up with a lame excuse to run away.

—Or it could be someone else warned her about the big rats that are in this building, and she chose to play smart, which is surprising because it doesn't really seem to be her thing —she mumbled.

—You're out of your mind —he spoke immediately after—. Crazy —his digits pointed at his own head—. Get checked, because you ain't normal.

—Now you're disrespecting me.

—You cut my electricity over a fucking article that won't take you anywhere —he ranted—. Is that not nuts for you? If you depend on an article so much, then maybe you should consider dedicating to something else.

—Yeah, and I'll do it only because you say so —she rolled her eyes—. Are you done?

—Are you serious? You won't even say sorry?

—Why would I? —she shrugged— Did you apologize for standing me up?

—Jesus fucking Christ —his voice sounded exhausted—. I thought this was a free world, where people respect others’ decisions.

—Then you should also respect my decision on demonstrating my frustration how I please.

—You're sick in the head —he repeated.

—And you're a walking std. To each their own —she replied back calmly.

—At least I have to choose from.

—That's why you're always at my door?

And, as usual, Y/n closed the door behind her, not letting him finish the sentence. But if she thought things would be left that way, she was completely wrong.

A few days later, Jungkook just waited for Y/n to do anything, to say anything. She didn't react whenever they crossed paths, she didn't even roll her eyes at his presence. It was like he didn't exist at all. And he wondered if maybe he did cross the line after what he said to her.

He was getting what he wanted. She was ignoring him, and she was going to make it easier for him, yet he was still pissed. There was something that wasn't sitting right with that whole thing. And it was the fact that she didn't even bat an eye.

He understood her, but at the same time he was so annoyed at her and her lack of accountability. She really wasn't going to apologize for what she did.

On the other hand, Y/n felt strangely bad.

She couldn't stand being near him, the mere memory of what he said, and how, before that, he tried to pretend she didn't exist for a week just reaffirmed to her that she needed to do that. Jungkook didn't deserve her feeling bad for him at all.

It wasn't like her life was peaceful before Jungkook, but at least everything that happened made sense. He was so abnormal that he spread his strangeness everywhere he was, including her own life.

Ever since she met him she had learnt what insomnia was, had been locked out of her place, had been poisoned... yet she hated how much she liked the fun that she got through all those things. No one in their sane mind would find it funny going through an ongoing war with the neighbor next-door, yet she did. She did it to piss him off, but it also was entertaining to think of all those things and wait for his reaction to each one of those.

Was she overreacting? No, of course not. If he knew how much that article mattered to her, he probably would understand her position. But he was so selfish and inconsiderate that he thought her anger was only due to an article that she could've published as soon as she wrote it down.

Giving in was making him understand he'd be able to get away with everything he did, and she for sure wasn't going to allow him to think that.

Actually, if she had him in front of her, she probably would land a punch at his face, right in the middle.

And just as if she had manifested it, Jungkook showed up in front of her door, ringing the doorbell quick, as if that would make Y/n open the door faster -or just open it at all.

She had no intentions on giving him the attention he was looking for, even less when she was managing to spend some good time with Mitchell and her mother after they bothered to drive all the way to her building. Jungkook already had a free pass ruining her head, but she wouldn't allow him to ruin such a special time with her family.

—Who is it? —her mother asked.

—A nightmare —Y/n mumbled with a sigh, rolling her eyes after moving away from the peephole.

Uninterestedly, she opened the door for him, finding out through his surprised expression how he didn't expect her to actually open her door for him.

—It's not a good moment now —she warned him before he spoke.

—It's not a good moment now? You've been ignoring me for three days. Three —he counted out loud, raising his fingers in front of her face—. You aren't going to apologize for real?

—So? Wasn't that what you wanted? You wanted me to ignore you —she rested her shoulder against the door frame—, so I'm ignoring you. And no, I won't apologize.

—Fine. I don't care. Only thing I'm going to say is that this is so mature of you. Really really mature, Y/n.

—Says the person throwing a tantrum after getting a consequence for his actions? —she smiled ironically.

Y/n saw a quick change in Jungkook's body language out of nowhere, seeing him standing straight and lighting up his face as he looked over her shoulder.

—Is everything alright? —her mother asked protectively, positioning her thin hand over her daughter's shoulder.

Seeing them both standing next to each other, Jungkook noticed they were nothing alike, but they still had some details on their faces that resembled each other. They were small, and they took a lot of observation to point out, but they were there.

—Yeah, it's just...

—It's just that your daughter is completely ignoring me —Jungkook interrupted her—. It's so heartless... How can you ignore your boyfriend like that, huh? —Y/n's eyes widened at that statement— Three days, missus. Three days —he repeated, aiming at her mother.

—Boyfriend? —her mother turned to Y/n, just as confused as she was— Since when?

That was what she wanted to know.

—He isn't my boyfriend —she rushed to deny, shaking her head quickly.

—Are you denying me again?

He was so lucky she had witnesses in her place, because she was sure she'd kill him and cut his body into pieces to spread them all over the nearest forest.

—What's going on? —Mitchell joined her mother.

—Y/n... apparently she has a boyfriend, and has been ghosting him for three days.

—Champion —Mitchell reprended her.

—How can I ghost him if he lives next door? He makes no sense.

The fact that she rushed to correct that detail, but not the big one that was about to get her in trouble was a little problem that she noticed a little bit too late, right when Jungkook's victorious smile spotted a place in her deepest nightmares.

—Ah, you live here? —her mother asked.

—Yeah —Jungkook nodded—. That's actually how we met each other. Did you tell her about the hole in...

—I didn't —Y/n interrupted him—, I didn't even remember it until now.

When she looked to her right, Y/n was convinced there were going to be a lot of explanations to be made, starting from the man that was claiming to be her boyfriend out of nowhere. How was she even going to explain that Jungkook was only a pain in the ass that rooted into her life and made no plans of leaving?

—And he isn't my boyfriend either.

—Okay, no boyfriend —her mother aimed at Jungkook—, did you have lunch?

—Not yet —he shook his head—. I'll see what I manage to cook with an egg... and a leaf of lettuce.

While Y/n rolled her eyes, knowing what his intentions were, her mother fell completely for his act.

—An egg —she clicked her tongue—. We have a lot of food, come in —before Y/n could even oppose it, her mother was throwing her a warning glare that made her eat her words.

—I really don't want to bother —Jungkook commented with an innocent tone.

—Then why did you even come in the first place?

Another click of tongue made her think twice before throwing another few hurtful words. That was one of the times she hated her mother being so kind and nice with people she didn't know, especially when it was with people like Jungkook.

—Come in —she insisted.

—Did everyone suddenly forget this is my house? —Y/n commented as her mother walked with Jungkook inside.

Mitchell just patted her back as she closed the door, trying to comfort her through everything that was going on.

Her mother suddenly stopped, interrupting the random talk about how difficult Y/n was to deal with, when she noticed the small breach on his lip and the soft purple mark on his cheek.

—What happened to your face?

—Oh, this? —he pointed to the opposite side to where his lip rings were— Your daughter did it.

—What the hell? —Y/n shouted the moment her mother's eyes fell on her— Trust me, I would've loved to be the one that had done that to your face. He's a boxer, that's why his face looks like that —she excused.

—A boxer? —her eyes fell back on Jungkook, shining bright at the weird nexus— Like your brother —she excitedly said.

But opposed to the older lady, Y/n's smile was sadder, nodding as she was reminded of that similarity between Jungkook and Noah.

He didn't bother asking, or getting deeper into the topic. He was in her apartment for only one reason.

—Can I go to the bathroom?

Mitchell let go of Y/n, walking towards Y/n's mother while Jungkook walked towards the younger woman in the room. She stopped him, hooking her fingers around his forearm, and piercing his eyes with hers.

—Is this your revenge for the other day?

—I'm not like you —he scoffed—. I'll be right back —he announced, turning to the other two people in the room.

Y/n looked at them with a nervous smile, not ready for the big consequences that would follow from that afternoon and that, of course, Jungkook would also suffer as soon as they were left alone in that tiny building.

—Why didn't you tell me you had a boyfriend? —her mother mumbled.

—Because I didn't.

—Well, he knew where the bathroom was —Mitchell pointed out.

—Because he's a neighbor that has spent more time than he should have here —Y/n answered, realizing how bad it sounded as soon as she said it—. Look, he's just a pain in the ass. I don't even know what he's doing here.

—Also, a boxer? Is he a professional one? Is he dedicated to it? —her mother insisted, ignoring what she had said.

The barely noticeable hope in her tone was making Y/n's stomach squeak, able to tell the pain in each one of her words.

—He...

—I'm really sorry —Jungkook suddenly interrupted, joining them out of nowhere—, but something came up and I gotta go.

—Something came up? —Y/n questioned, turning to him— Suddenly?

—Yeah —the frivolous smile was getting the most aggressive side of her to show up—. I'm really sorry, seriously.

—Oh, don't worry —Mitchell assured him—. Probably next time we see each other, Y/n won't be denying you anymore.

Those words and their reaction stayed with him even after he left, even after he met up with Jimin to disconnect, and after he got back home. They hated each other, so why was the idea of them dating so convincing? And why did he lowkey like the fact that they could easily be confused as a real couple despite their bickering?

Her mother didn't doubt it for a second, and so didn't her father... did that mean that Y/n behaved that way with the guys she liked?

Jungkook quickly shook his head, going back to being serious and focused on the insults Supertuna92 was blowing through the speaker, and that got only surpassed by a high pitch scream.

Instead of worrying, Jungkook simply smiled, bending his back against the backrest of his couch. 

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[stranger-than-fictionn]

hey!! (feel free to ignore this if you want xx)

Would it be okay for me to request an argyle x reader that has the "a thought they were dating for months but b had no idea" trope?? I just think it'd be so cute!! (btw I loved you're robin fic)

(thank you for my first request and sorry for delay! I went on vacation and so then did my brain lol Argyle has my heart and i’m so happy to write him! :)) thank you again! <3)

Everybody But You

-Argyle x reader

-warnings: drug use mention

Befriending Argyle was the best decision ever made. He is relaxed, fun to be around, handsome, and not to mention when he sells you weed he only makes you pay half of what he would give anyone else.

With Johnthan, you had a perfect trio and blunt rotation. Argyle was always closer to you though, and you liked it that way. He was always so bright and lively, you couldn’t help but fall for him.

This Friday night was like your usual, out in an empty valley with left over unused cars. You and Argyle were in his van, smoking from his bong as a celebration for making it through the week. The water in the base of the glass blown utensil bubbled as you sucked in the smoke of the lit herb packed in the bowl. 

You took a deep breathe before blowing out the smoke you just inhaled. You smiled and passed it Argyle. “No, I’m good for now, I’m feeling it now..” He quietly said, leaning back into the seat behind him. You laughed before repeating the process you just did. 

Setting the bong aside, you slid close to Argyle and smiled, “Thank you for doing this with me..” You mumbled, resting your head upon his shoulder. “No problem man, I love doing this with you...” He told you, wrapping an arm around you without a second thought. You looked up at him with heavy eyes, the high you have getting rid of your nerves. This high felt hot, he was so close, you felt your body lean towards him without having a thought about moving. Your lips caught his, closing your eyes at the feeling of his hand cradling your face, returning the kiss to you. 

The two of you stayed like this for the next few minutes, softly making out with each other. Argyle is a functioning pothead, but this was a different high for him. He felt himself placing you on his thigh, not his full lap to avoid of making you uncomfortable. You wrapped your arms around his neck, both of you smiling into this kiss. When you pulled away, Argyle said, “This is the best way to spend my Friday...”

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Ever since that night, You and Argyle were closer than ever. Argyle would be late to his classes just to walk you to yours, you would come visit him at work, and sometimes he would even sneak into your room at night to hang out. One particular night Argyle snuck into your room again, bringing your favorite movie along.

While The Breakfast Club played, you and argyle were cuddled up on the basement couch. You carefully snuck him to the basement while grabbing snacks from the kitchen along the way. You stared up at Argyle, smiling to yourself as you looked at to be greeted with a smile from him. “Hey Argyle...can I ask you a question?” you whispered, nerves rising through your body, “Of course man, anything...” he said.

“Are...we dating?” you asked, feeling a lump in your throat form after asking. Argyle looked...confused? Upset? A combination of both? God did you just fuck this chance up...?

“Y/n... I thought we were already dating, dude...” He said, sounding a bit confused. You sat up slightly, “We were...?” you smiled, sounding just as confused as him. “Yeah the night we were making out in my van, I thought we were dating after that. And us being all over each other and hanging out so much,” he said, looking you in the eyes. 

You do remember that night and love everything he does for you, “Oh, you never asked me officially though, so I wasn’t sure,” you say, laughing a bit as you remind him. He stared at you, his blank stare turning into a smile, “That’s right, I never did...” he said, laughing before leaning in closer, “Would you like to go out me, Y/n?” he finally asked.

Taking his face in your hands, you kissed him, “Yes, I would love to,” you said before he pulled you in for another. Tiny mistakes happen, but you finally got what you craved, Argyle.

(this was so cute to write cause I love my pothead so much <3)

#stranger things #strangers things fanfic #argyle x reader #argyle x you #argyle #stranger things argyle

[middleearthpixie]

Seven Days ~ Chapter Twelve

Seven Days -  Modern Tolkien AU

Firefighter Frerin Durin died in a fire set deliberately. But after he helps his brother, Thorin find happiness, Frerin is offered a second chance. He has to prove himself worthy by righting the one major wrong in his life. Otherwise, history will repeat and he will die for good this time. The catch? He has seven days in which to do this and isn’t even certain what his major wrong is.

At least, he doesn’t know for long. 

Syd Prescott has known Frerin since high school. She spent one night with him and then he vanished from her life. Now, he claims he wants to make it up to her, to right was he realizes was his major wrong. But can she trust him? And can he prove to her that she can before it’s too late? 

A/N - This story is the sequel to Miss Fortune, but is a stand alone story. 

And a special thank you once again to @laurfilijames for suffering with me as we lusted over pics of Mr. Gerard Butler... 😈

Summary: After Frerin drops her off, Syd has herself convinced she’s not going to see him again, but that isn’t necessarily true… 

Pairing: Modern!Frerin x OFC Syd Prescott

Characters: Frerin, Syd, Nico Zarelli, Dave Brewer, Holly Cassidy.

Warnings: None

Rating: T

Word Count: 2,011 

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Previous chapters can be found here.

December 8th

Wednesday

Syd bit back a sigh as Frerin eased to a stop in front of Gram’s house and eased the transmission into park. He turned to her. “So, have you thought about where you’d like to go tomorrow night?”

“Tomorrow? I thought you’d want to wait until Friday?”

He grinned. “Why would I want to wait an extra day?”

“Because you’re only getting off work tomorrow morning?”

“If it’s quiet, it won’t be a problem. It’s not like I’ll be up the entire twenty-four hours. That only happens if we have a busy night. Otherwise, I sleep at the firehouse like any other night.” He reached over to trace his forefinger along her cheek. “And if it’s a busy night, I’ll push through.”

“It’s okay if you want to wait,” she told him, fighting to keep her eyes from closing at the gentle touch. It had been such a wonderful night and she hated to see it end. 

“I don’t want to wait, Syd.” His finger slowed, then went still. “I’ve waited long enough.”

“Frerin.”

“What? I have. So, pick a place and that’s where we’ll go and if there’s anything else you want to do, just say the word.”

She just held his gaze for a long moment. “I’ll have to give it some thought.”

“So, give it some thought. I’m not going anywhere.” He lowered his hand and turned back to stare out the windshield. “Maybe I’m rushing things here, Syd, and if you think so, say something, okay? I mean, I know I’ve given you more than enough reason to not trust me, and I know I can’t fault you for not trusting me. But, I swear to you, I’m not playing with you. I’m not fooling around this time. I’m not doing anything other than trying to convince you I’m a decent guy. That’s all. And I don't mean the I was nice to you so you owe me sex kind of decent guy.”

She just stared at him for a long moment, her heart speeding up with the one question that had plagued her since he’d come back into her life. “But why now?”

“I—you popped into my head the other day and I just couldn't stop thinking about you. And that’s when I came by Miss Fortune’s Crystal and since then, I still can’t stop thinking about you. I’ll be at work doing whatever later on today, tonight, whatever, and I guarantee you, you’ll be on my mind.”

There wasn't a trace of amusement in his voice, no indication whatsoever that he was anything other than sincere. And he looked utterly seriously as he spoke. His aura offered up no hint that he was lying, as auras could sometimes betray such a thing. In fact, there was a bit more yellow in his aura, which meant whatever weighed him down even only yesterday had begun to lift somewhat.

“Come on,” he tugged the keys from the ignition, “let me walk you up. I mean, unless your grandmother or sisters are going to be lying in wait for me.”

“No.” She pushed open her door and climbed down, adding, “They knew we were going out and they know you, so, I suppose it’s possible. I just don’t think it’s all that likely.”

He came around the Jeep’s hood, the wind blowing his hair into dark peaks. “Ah, but I am a changed man, remember?”

“Frerin,” she offered up a long look, shaking her head, “a changed man? Really?”

“Really. You’ll see.” He draped his arm about her shoulders as they started up the front walk. “And when you do see, I promise not to gloat or say I told you so, or any of that.”

She shook her head, clumping up the front steps. “And if I don’t see it?”

“You will.” He tightened that arm about her, and to her surprise, drew her flush against him. “Because I will prove it to you, honey. You’ll see.”

“I suppose I will.” She looked down at her watch. It was quarter after eleven. “You should go.”

“Yeah, I have a couple errands to run before I clock in, so, I’ll see you tomorrow.” He bent to brush her lips with a light kiss. “I’ll give you a call when I get home, okay?”

“Okay.” She gazed up at him as he pulled back. “Sounds good.”

“Good.” 

He winked, kissed her once more, and then turned to start down the steps. She stood there for a moment, then called, “Frerin?”

“Yeah?” He turned.

“Be careful.”

“I’m always careful, Syd. I’ll see you.”

She sighed softly as she turned the doorhandle, which wasn't locked, and stepped inside as he hit the horn and pulled away from the curb. A hint of sadness settled over her as his Jeep disappeared down the street. Somehow, she had the feeling she was not going to see him again. 

“Syd? Is that you?”

“Hi, Gram,” she called back. “It’s me. You’re back already?”

“We were there a few hours and the boy was found, safe and sound save for a little frostbite. He is apparently a little escape artist.”

“Well, that’s a good thing, more or less.”

“It’s always a good thing when a lost little one is found safely. You know that.”

“You’re right, I do. Now, tell me, were you worried that I wasn't here last night?”

Syd strolled into the kitchen to see her grandmother at the table, sipping a cup of coffee. Lowering it, Gram shook her head. “No. Frerin’s a Durin. I don’t want the details of what you were doing with him, but I know you’re safe with him just the same.” She looked up then and her brow furrowed. “Or maybe not? Syd, what’s wrong?”

Syd pulled out the chair across from her and sank into it. “I don’t know, Gram. I just… I like him, you know? And I’m—I don’t know, maybe I’m just being stupid.”

“About Frerin?”

She nodded. “I want to trust him. I really do, but…”

“But what?”

“I don’t know. I guess I’m just not quite believing he’s changed.” She sighed softly, tracing along the outline of an apple on the fruit-themed tablecloth. “I mean, why would he change for me? We went out once and that was it.”

“Well, your sister and Thorin had a single conversation and look where they are now. Fate works in mysterious ways, Syd. You know that. Do you think you can trust him?”

Syd sighed softly. “I want to.”

“That’s not what I asked. Do you think you can?”

“I don’t know yet. I guess we’ll see. He’s supposed to call me when he gets off work tomorrow. But he was going to call me when he got off work last summer, too.” A heavy sigh rose to her lips as she looked at the clock. “I’ve got to get to the shop.”

“Syd,” Gram reached for her across the table, catching her hand before Syd could stand, “what does your instinct tell you?”

“That I’m setting myself up again. Gram, he’s hot, okay? He’s a hot fireman who can have any girl he wants and he knows it. Why would he want me?”

“Why do you do that? Why do you sell yourself so short, Sydney? He should consider himself lucky to have you even consider going out with him.”

“Yeah, sure.” Syd gently pulled her hand free and got to her feet. “I need to go change.”

She didn't wait for Gram to reply, but made her way up to her room, where she closed and locked the door, and leaned back against it. Although he’d offered her a hoodie, she’d opted to just wear her own clothes home, and so changed from them into clean underwear and bra, jeans, and a cozy, oversized cream-colored fisherman’s sweater and then hurried back down to grab her keys and purse and head out to the shop. 

“Where are you?”

Frerin snapped out of his reverie when Nico nudged him sharply in the side. “What?”

“I just asked you where the remote is like twice. Where are you today?”

“Oh, sorry.” Frerin reached behind him, on the low ledge dividing the kitchen area of the upstairs part of the fire station from the lounging area, where the remote sat. “I’m just lost in thought.”

“Yeah? What’s her name?” Nico tugged out the chair across from him and dropped into it.

“Syd.” Frerin couldn't help but smile. 

“And what club did you meet this lucky lady at?”

“Nah, no club at all, my friend. I’ve known her since I was a kid. Syd Prescott. She was two years ahead of me in school.”

“Ahh… an older woman. Nice.”

Frerin chuckled. “Yeah, but only a little bit older. Anyway, I’m just thinking about her, is all.”

“Uh-oh, you’ve got that look, man.”

“What look?”

“The you want to run off with her look.”

Frerin chuckled. “I’m not thinking that far ahead yet. We’ve been out twice and I’m on shaky ground with her.”

Nico’s dark eyes narrowed. “Why? What’d you do?”

“Oh, man, I don’t want to get into it.”

Dave Brewer came up the stairs and made a beeline for the fridge. “Get into what, Durin? You in trouble?”

“Maybe. I don’t know. I think I might be.” He sat back in his chair and looked up at both men. They’d worked together the entire time Frerin had been with the department and aside from Thorin, there was no one else Frerin trusted more than the men and women of Engine Two/Ladder Two. 

“What did you do?” Dave turned his chair backwards before sinking into it and rested his chin on the back. “Give over and tell us.”

“I bumped into her last summer, at Darcy’s.”

“Oh…” Nico’s eyes widened and lit up to a certain degree. “The hot little redhead you couldn't stop staring at? That one? That’s Syd Prescott?”

“Yeah,” Frerin smiled, “the hot little redhead.”

“Her family owns the spook shop, don’t they?” Dave asked, looking from him to Nico and back.

“Yeah, I think so.” Nico nodded. “Not an ugly one in that family either. Damn… I’m jealous, Frer, I really am. She was fine.”

“You should be.” Frerin grinned as he got up and moved to pour himself a cup of coffee. “Anyway, she and I spent the night together and I swear, I meant to call her, but—”

Nico and Dave both winced at the same time and Nico said, “Ouch. Wait… was this before Lisa or during Lisa?”

“Before. And we’re not talking about her. She has nothing to do with this.”

“Uh-oh,” Dave said in a low voice, “he sounds serious.”

“He is serious,” Frerin told him, setting his coffee mug on the table. “I fucked it up with Syd, then started seeing Lisa, but that’s neither here nor there.”

“What’s going on?” Holly came up the stairs. “What did you do this time, Frerin?”

“Nothing. That’s just it. I’ve got some serious making up to do to Syd because I know she’s just waiting for me to disappear again and I am not letting that happen.”

“Holy shit, you sound serious,” Holly said, pulling up a chair as well. “And you better be careful she doesn’t put a hex on you or some shit like that.”

Nico snorted. “They aren’t witches. They’re gypsies.”

“Hey, watch it,” Frerin growled. “Enough with the gypsy talk, got it?”

“Sorry, man. I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“Yeah, well, either way. Let’s lay off the word gypsy, okay? It’s an in—”

The alarm went off and all conversation was forgotten as they jumped up from their seats and hurried down to the main floor, where their turnout gear hung. Shoes were kicked off, boots and trousers tugged on and fastened into place, coats, helmets, shields were grabbed and it was only a matter of minutes before Frerin climbed into the ladder truck with Nico and they roared out of the station. 

#Gerard Butler #Frerin Durin #Richard Armitage #The Hobbit #Thorin Oakenshield #Hobbit Fic #Hobbit Fanfic #Fan fiction #The Hobbit fan fiction #Frerin x OC #AU #Frerin Fic #Is it hot in here? #Romance #Modern AU

[schaeffersresearch]

Shorts who have built up positions on SPX components are likely not experiencing pain

#Monday Morning Outlook

[ayankun]

a lil essay of self-psychoanalysis re: hsmtmts & s2 finale

I have this outsider, "objective," kind of 3rd person observation that the stories crafted for Ricky, Nini, Gina, and EJ are great! In the context of, "how nice it is to have these modern, healthy stories modeled for the youth to absorb into their precious minds" spoken by a wise old millennial with a knowing nod.

And I do think that. But what I really mean, deep down, is "!!!!!????? I NEEDED THESE STORIES (?????!!!!!)."

I'm chewing on the fact that youth's media is celebrated when it's successful in Teaching The Youths(tm), or, you know, is just wholesome and positive by whatever standards are deemed wholesome and positive by the adults who are creating it in that moment, even while there's this assumption that in order to do or be those things, the overall product has to be, well, immature. Lacking nuance. Cheesy. Easily digestible by developing minds. ie, developed minds should not be able to enjoy the end result, and will in fact be looked at strangely when they admit that they do. (because enjoying products intended for immature minds is a sign of immaturity)

So yes, I do and have grappled with a need to "manage" my interest in this franchise, specifically the movies, as an adult. To casually never bring it up, you know? Because they're dumb movies for dumb kids, and I was a legal adult when they came out. Fifteen years ago. Even though, over the last fifteen years, it's constantly been something that I can engage with as-is, AND I've seen it evolve with me as I evolved, in that I have been consistently able to project some hyper-specific perspectives back into it and still see them echoed back to me when I needed the external validation (Troy Bolton is AFAB, Taylor is ace, etc).

High School Musical is just fucking important to me.

So now this new show comes out, and obviously it's millennial-bait because we're the only ones who would care -- we were the Youths targeted by this Youth Media, after all -- but it's fifteen years later and the post-Youth Adults are told it's not cool to be into kids' shows, and the kids (Gen-Z folks, who are themselves also sometimes literal adults today), may or may not even targetable by commercial media at all, much less tempted by a bygone relic of a prior culture. So who is this show for? The fans or the kids?

And the answer is yes. Yes. It's for the fans and the kids. Anybody who can get something out of it should get something out of it. And they show this by having Gen-Z characters alongside Millennial characters, and they're having these Millennials speak from experience, not all of us grew up to be Troy Boltons, some of us (and some of you) will be Coach Boltons, and Ms. Darbuses, or whatever else you want to be, because we were told we had to want to be championship basketball players and Broadway stars, and we had to learn on our own that being a pizza man or helping out on the family farm is okay, too.

So that's my appreciation of the standards that are deemed wholesome and positive by the adults who are creating Youth Media in this particular moment. BUT IN ADDITION TO THAT, the craftsmanship of the vehicle for these messages is astronomically higher-brow than most mature media created by and for mature adults, so I'm also having to re-learn something that I already knew, in that Youth Media = Trash is just an unfair stereotype that perpetuates the righteousness of those that will bully others for engaging with "trash" when they ought to have better (less immature) tastes, and perpetuates my state of "oh, better never tell anyone about the things that are important touchstones for me and my personal history, because they'll get the wrong impression & think less of me." Which is, as you may know, a perspective that bleeds into every last aspect of my social life, and generally has made just being a human pretty overwhelming to date.

I need to (attempt to) stop wasting my time on people who are going to judge me for being authentic. If anything, I need to start judging them. I need to learn that I'm not doing anything wrong, just being me. I honestly don't know if that sounds believable, that I haven't learned this yet.

So yeah, HSMTMTS. I'm not a kid who needs a helping hand through my formative years. That's what HSM was for. What can this show offer me, someone who is 15-20 years older than its target demographic? Oh, only everything?

When I say, I'm so glad to see these stories told --

I'm glad Ricky gets to understand how his unexamined trauma has affected his (social) life, and I'm thrilled that he gets to work on finding productive ways forward even though that path looks different than the one he thought he wanted;

I'm glad Nini gets to find her voice, her independence, her sense of self through creative expression, and get to feel that validation from putting herself out there and getting something back from an appreciative audience, even when doing the thing that's right for her appears inherently selfish, I'm glad she gets to be selfish;

I'm joyous that Gina gets to take a risk on dropping her mask and being her authentic self, to find a place where she can be the person she is, where she's appreciated for being exactly that and not some can-do persona she's constructed, that she gets to find satisfaction in being vulnerable and understanding her own needs, and that she's told time and time again, "stop running, you idiot, this is home, we want you here;"

I'm staggeringly sympathetic with EJ's sense of "shit, I'm so dumb and I overstepped and ruined everything, shit shit shit what's wrong with me," 'cause hell I've been there too many times and it's all-consuming and awful, but I'm euphoric at his courage to go out on that limb, and I'm vicariously smitten as all heck that he gets to experience what it's like to have those feelings reciprocated in the end --

I don't really mean that I'm glad the Youth of America get to have their impressionable minds sculpted while there's still the chance to sculpt them, I'm saying any person of any age can find resonance in these stories, and that I, SPECIFICALLY, AN OLD-ASS MILLENNIAL, FIND AN OVERWHELMING AMOUNT OF RESONANCE IN THESE STORIES THAT ARE PAINFULLY AND BEAUTIFULLY IMPORTANT FOR ME TO ENGAGE WITH TODAY AND CERTAINLY FOR MANY DAYS TO COME.

And I'm going to stop judging myself for that.

#what hsm means to me in 1100 words #have I had Second Chance playing on repeat since Friday? #YES

[writemekpop]

Love Game | Lee Donghyuck (Haechan)

Pairing: Lee Donghyuck (Haechan) x Reader

Summary: On date night, Haechan makes you do something you’re uncomfortable with. You get mad... how can he make it up to you?

Genre: Gamer!Hyuck, established relationship AU, suggestive, angsty 

Word Count: 0.7k

Warnings: Sulky Hyuck feat. Johnny 

Gif: @l-donghyuck

“Check that! I’m on a roll!” Haechan cheered, his eyes fixed on the computer screen as his fingers worked away at the keyboard. 

Your boyfriend Haechan was in the middle of his weekly Friday night gaming session with Johnny, in the NCT dorms. 

Behind them, you lay on Haechan’s single bed, eyes staring blankly up at the ceiling. Forty-five minutes had passed since you asked if you could join in… and Haechan was still ‘just finishing up this level’. 

Frustration stretched like a balloon in your chest, making it harder to breathe. 

“Hey, Haechan?” you called. “Do you think I could…”

“Oh, Y/n!” Haechan said, interrupting you. ”I was just thinking about you.” 

Your heart swelled. Finally, your boyfriend had remembered you! Maybe he wasn’t like other guys, maybe he did genuinely want spend time with you! 

But you spoke too soon, because Haechan said,

“Can you fix me and Johnny up some sandwiches from the kitchen?”

Your mouth dropped. “Sandwiches?” 

That was the last straw. 

Haechan must have heard the anger in your voice, because he nervously added, “… please?”

But you weren’t done. “Sandwiches?” you hissed. “Fucking sandwiches?” 

You jumped off the bed and stormed to the door, so furious you could barely see. “Shall I massage your feet while I’m at it? Or maybe you want a little lap dance?” 

Just before you slammed the door, you shouted, “Make your own goddamn sandwiches!” 

You ran into the living room and sat down on the sofa, gripping your head between your hands. You kicked over the mini coffee table with a thud, but it didn’t make you feel any better. 

You thought Haechan saw you as an equal, one of the gang, the same way he viewed the rest of NCT. But you were wrong. Turns out he just thought of you as the girl – someone who would cook for him and occasionally warm his bed. 

After a few minutes, Haechan came into the living room and sat gingerly next to you. 

“I’m sorry,” he said, nudging your shoulder. “I’m perfectly capable of making my own food.”

You didn’t meet his eye. “That’s not what this is about, and you know it.” 

Haechan hung his head. “Yeah, I know. I messed up. Bad.” 

You glared at him. “I didn’t come over just to be forgotten about and used for chores. Repeat after me. I will never be a sexist pig and expect women to cook for me again.” 

Haechan smiled. “I will never be a sexist pig…”

He toyed with your hand. “I want you to game with us - I’ll make sure you do.” He half-smiled. “You’re worth more to me than every single one of my idiot friends, alright? You’re my person, you know?”

You leant towards Haechan and captured his soft plump lips in a kiss. His hand came up and touched your jaw tenderly as his mouth moved against yours. 

You pulled away, smiling. Then, you narrowed your eyes playfully. “So the real reason you won’t let me play is… you’re afraid I’ll win.” 

Haechan pretended to gasp. “How dare you?” He rose to his feet and beat his chest. “No one can beat HAECHAN, THE ALMIGHTY SUN GOD!”

You laughed. “Okay, you’re getting a little carried away.” 

Haechan sat quickly down, a deep blush blossoming on his brown cheeks. “I have no idea where that came from…” 

You grinned. “Well, there’s only one way to find out which of us is strongest. A duel!” You leapt up. “First one to the computer wins!” 

Then you raced away, letting a very out of breath Haechan chase you into the bedroom.  

If Haechan ever treated you like he did today again, it was over between you. Finito. But for now, you were willing to give him a second chance. 

Most of all, you were looking forward to seeing Haechan lose… 

(Because you really were an ace at computer games.) 

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[myherowritings]

Hey There, Roomie

— After being set up on a bad date with Ushijima, he insists on walking you to your doorstep. Not wanting him to know where you live, you lead him to Iwaizumi’s apartment and pretend Iwaizumi is your roommate. 

pairing: iwaizumi hajime x reader word count: 4.0k genre: college/university au, fluff warnings: mentions of drinking, language, secondhand embarrassment, suggestive comments at the end, oikawa is meddlesome, awkward but cute confessions™!!

a/n: ur bad date is with ushiwaka ok i’m sorry he’s a nice guy but i had to make it someone HDJSJS,, also this is based on real life events except my friend who lived in an apartment near me isn’t cute like iwa-chan :( LMAOOO i hope u enjoy reading!!! xx sof

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“I assure you, you don’t have to walk me to my apartment.”

“It’s not a bother. I insist.” 

“No, it’s fine.” Although you tried to keep a smile on your face, you were certain it looked more like you were baring your teeth at him. “Really. You don’t have to do that.”

Ushijima shrugged. “I told you, it’s no big deal.” 

Your grin turned into a grimace as you stepped outside the car and headed towards your apartment complex. You managed to grit out, “Great. Thanks.”

A friend from your class had told you they had a friend of a friend who saw an Instagram post of you and thought you were cute. After they showed you a picture of him, you said the same. Little did you know it would lead to a mess of a date set up by said friend. 

The date was at a karaage chicken place and it was filled with the most uncomfortable silences you had sat through since office hours with a professor who you were sure hated you. Ushijima was nice enough and it wasn’t the worst date ever, but the two of you just did not click. You figured it was partly your fault for agreeing to meet with him despite not having a single clue about his interests and never having talked to him once, but it was too late to undo it now. 

He was a gentleman, at least. Offered to pay, held your seat out for you, drove you to your apartment complex, and, now, was trying to walk you to your doorstep. 

The thing was, you did not want him to know where you lived. 

You didn’t get red flags or feel threatened by any means, but having a guy you went on one uncomfortable date with know your exact address wasn’t really something that sat well with you. You’ve heard enough college horror stories to be wary. But, you didn’t have the heart to tell him explicitly not to walk you home… So the only solution? 

Head to your friend’s apartment in the same complex instead.

“Do you know where you’re going?” asked Ushijima, examining you as your eyes darted around from building to building. 

You’d been to Iwaizumi’s apartment before, but that didn’t stop you from looking lost and confused in this maze of houses. And it didn’t help to have Ushijima’s semi-condescending gaze on you the whole time. The worst part was, you were almost certain he didn’t even mean to be condescending— He just was. To you, at least. It definitely rubbed you the wrong way during the date. 

“Yeah,” you laughed, walking past your apartment, “of course I know where my own apartment is.” 

Iwaizumi’s place was just a few buildings north of yours, which you were quick to remember after catching sight of your place. You briefly wondered if he would be home on a Friday night, but quickly decided it wasn’t important. It’s not like you would be entering his house anyway. In fact, if all went well, he might never even know you were outside his apartment to begin with. 

The plan was to have Ushijima drop you off at the doorstep (since he so unwaveringly insisted that he had to and it was no trouble for him to do so), tell him goodbye, fumble with your bag to “look for your keys” as he walked off, then—when he was out of sight—dash to your apartment and lock yourself in your bedroom for the remainder of the night. 

A foolproof plan. 

“Well, we’re here!” you chirped, standing outside Iwaizumi’s door labeled 237E. You whirled around to face Ushijima. “Thanks for walking me. See you around!” 

“Of course.” He nodded but made no move to leave. 

Your smile wavered. Was he waiting for you to enter your house safely? If he didn’t seem so innocent, it would’ve been incredibly creepy. 

“Err,” you drawled, ruffling through your bag. “I’m just finding my keys. You can leave now; I don’t want to keep you any longer!” 

“It’s not a problem.”

Your right eye twitched. What did he think could possibly happen in the time it took you to unlock your door and enter? While it was sweet—in a very suffocating way—it wasn’t what you wanted. After the bad date that was disappointing for the both of you, you expected him to eat his food and dip. Not see you all the way into your house despite the fact that, deep down, he’d much rather be in his own home. It was domineeringly kind.

Didn’t he understand how stressful this could be for someone? His obliviousness was overbearing, but you supposed you couldn’t blame Ushijima when you didn’t verbalize your discomfort to him. 

“Everything okay?” he asked for what felt like the fifth time that night. 

You chuckled nervously. “I guess I…can’t find my keys?” Looking at him sheepishly, you scratched the back of your head. “But, my roommates will probably be home soon! Or, they might be here now. I’ll just ring the doorbell when you leave!” 

Ushijima blinked. “Why not ring the doorbell now?” 

“R-Right,” you stammered, unsure whether you wanted to rip your hair out or cry in frustration. Maybe both would be good. “That’s smart. I can do that.” 

He looked at you expectantly. 

You winced, bringing your pointer finger to the white button of the doorbell. Before you even had the time to gather the courage to press it, the door swung open suddenly, startling you enough to let out a small yelp.

“Ah—! Iwaizumi!” you cried, eyes wide as you stared face to face with your very confused-looking friend. He glanced between you and Ushijima with a questioning expression, but you rambled on before he could say anything. “Hey there, roomie!” You batted your lashes, pleading with him to play along. “I forgot my keys again.” 

Iwaizumi’s face displayed a look of pure confusion and you were certain he must never have gotten any acting awards when he was younger. His expression became even more puzzled when you wiggled your way inside the door, standing snugly next to his side. 

After an awkward silence, you continued again, “Well, thanks for walking me Ushijima-san! And thank you for the date. Maybe I’ll see you around.” 

If he noticed anything suspicious going on, he didn’t show it. Instead he simply nodded and wished you a goodnight. 

Yup, there was definitely no chance of Ushijima wanting to ask you out on a second date. Not that you were complaining. 

You shut the door—the door to an apartment that wasn’t even your own, mind you—and let out a sigh of relief. With your eyes closed and your back resting against the wall, you momentarily forgot you were standing in the entrance of Iwaizumi’s living room. That was, until you started feeling his heavy gaze on you. 

Gulping at the intensity, you cracked your right eye open ever so slightly. “Yes?” you asked innocently.

“Yes?” repeated Iwaizumi incredulously, voice raised in exasperation. “You want to explain what just happened here?” 

You had a sudden interest in your shoes as you shuffled in place. Iwaizumi was your friend and someone you considered yourself semi-close to— Comfortable enough to hang out with regularly and talk with almost every day, but not someone that you confided in with no qualms. And definitely not someone close enough for it to be normal to show up at his place unannounced. You were much closer to his best friend, Oikawa, but that was largely due to him finding out you had a big crush on Iwaizumi a number of months ago and feeling the need to tease you endlessly. Apparently, nothing brought people together like relentless goading. 

“Another bad date,” you answered with a noncommittal tone. “A friend set me up with that guy you saw, Ushijima, and the date was so awkward.” 

He folded his arms across his chest, pulling his white t-shirt snug around his biceps. You tried not to let your eyes bug out of their sockets at the sight. “And yet you let him bring you home?” 

“I couldn’t say no! I tried dropping hints but he just didn’t get it.” You looked up, a sheepish half-smile on your face. “But I was smart enough not to bring him to my apartment. Hence why I came here. Roomie.”

Iwaizumi let out an exasperated half-chuckle, half-sigh as he motioned for you to come further inside. You slipped off your shoes at the doorway and followed him into the living room, taking a seat on the couch next to him. He rested his arm against the headrest of the sofa and you were consciously aware of his hand mere inches behind your head. 

“Are your other housemates here?” you asked, curious as to why there wasn’t the usual amount of chatter and rage gaming from inside their respective rooms. 

He shook his head. “They’re all back at their hometowns for the weekend.” 

“And poor Iwa-chan is home all alone on a Friday night instead of out partying with friends?” you teased, reaching over to pat the top of his head mockingly. 

Glaring at you for the nickname, he lightly swatted your hand away. “You’ve been spending too much time with Oikawa. His shittyness is rubbing off on you.” There was the slightest hint of amusement in his voice to let you know he was only joking. “And being home alone is better than being stuck with a bad date.”

“Ouch,” you cried, crossing one leg over the other and sticking your tongue out at him. “Yeah, sure, I would rather have been curled up in my bed than go on that date— But you didn’t have to call me out like that.” You pouted. “At least I got free food, I guess.” 

He rolled his eyes with a snort. “If you were uncomfortable, you could’ve called me to come pick you up.”

Despite his gruff voice, there was a look of concern on his face. His eyebrows were furrowed and the corners of his mouth were downturned. Iwaizumi’s offer made you feel warm in the stomach, even if you were sure he was just saying it out of courtesy.

“Or better yet,” he continued in a murmur, “don’t let your friends set you up on dates with guys you barely know, dumbass.” 

“Hey! Aren’t you and Oikawa the ones always telling me I need to go out and date more in the first place?” you said, huffing at his insult. 

They told you your college years were your prime dating years and you might regret not going out with a variety of people now. When else would you have the free time and the patience to date, anyway? That was part of the reason you agreed to blind dates and set ups, after all. If Iwaizumi was insisting you date around, that most certainly meant he didn’t reciprocate your feelings for him. Meaning, you had to get over him somehow before the hurt could kick in, even if that somehow included less than ideal fraternization. 

“I never said that,” he grumbled, shaking his head. “Why would I tell you to go on dates with other people? It was just Oikawa who said you should.” 

You blinked in confusion. “But you were there and you nodded in agreement.” 

He shifted his body to get a better look at you, a scowl on his face. “I did not. You were drunk and you probably thought my head was moving when it wasn’t.”

“Well, you were drunk too! Maybe your head was moving and you just didn’t know.” The lines between his forehead deepened and you laughed, unable to stop yourself from tapping the wrinkles with your ring finger. “Don’t think too hard; you might hurt your brain.”

“You really have been spending too much time with Shittykawa,” he said with a defeated sigh. “But whatever you think I said back then, it’s probably not what I meant. You shouldn’t date anyone unless you want to.” 

The thing was, you did want to date someone. Iwaizumi. You were just under the impression he didn’t want to date you. 

You shrugged. “What about you? Have you been dating people you don’t want to?” 

He shook his head. “No. I haven’t dated anyone recently,” he admitted, averting his gaze from you for the first time that night. “I actually...am interested in someone, though.” 

Your stomach dropped. Oh.

“But I don’t think they like me.” 

Trying not to show him the crestfallen expression on your face, you looked down at your lap. You had been mentally preparing yourself to accept that Iwaizumi didn’t have a crush on you like you had on him—you were ready to face the harsh reality—but you were not expecting him to tell you he liked someone else on top of that. That was just a double blow to your gut.

You forced out a laugh, hoping it didn’t sound too strained. “That’s silly. Of course they like you.” 

“I didn’t even tell you who it was.”

“Don’t need to,” you said diffidently, fingers toying with a loose thread on the blue sofa. “I already know. There’s no way someone wouldn’t like you back.”

Iwaizumi snorted disdainfully. “I wouldn’t be too sure about that. Them going on dates with other people and telling me about them after seems to be a solid indicator that they don’t.”

You froze, letting go of the string you accidentally pulled from the couch. Now, you wouldn’t say you were an overly optimistic person, but you still couldn’t help but think the situation he described was oddly familiar to yours. There was a large chance he was referring to someone else, but with the way you felt his smoldering gaze on your body, you wondered if maybe, just maybe, he could be talking about you. 

“Maybe they think you don’t like them so they’re going on those dates to get rid of their crush on you— But only because they thought you told them to do so! And, honestly, the dates probably aren’t helping at all on getting rid of the crush; it just makes it get even bigger and bigger as they realize they can’t like anyone the same way they like you and now they don’t know what to do,” you babbled, unable to stop the word vomit.

After processing the words that you had just uttered, you slapped your hands over your mouth to shut yourself up. That was a little more than you had originally wanted to say… Okay, a lot more. You winced. You wanted to subtly hint that you were talking about yourself, not be so obvious as to yell it out with a megaphone and have a blinking billboard pointing your way. 

Idiot, idiot, idiot.

You could only hope Iwaizumi was oblivious enough to let this whole thing go and assume that you were only speaking hypothetically. But he was smarter than that. You knew it. He may be a little dense when it came to romance, but even he couldn’t be dumb enough to misunderstand your conspicuous slip up. 

Your stomach churned as you awaited his response.

“So,” he spoke slowly, keeping his cautious regard on you, “Oikawa was right?” 

You blinked. That wasn’t the response you were expecting. But things just didn’t seem to go as planned today, you supposed. “What do you mean?”

“You do like me, then?”

“W-What? When did…” You gaped, trailing off as your throat tightened. “He told you that?” 

“A month ago, he told me he thought you might like me,” Iwaizumi admitted, a rosy red darkening the apples of his cheeks. “But that was before you started going on those crazy dates, so I figured he was wrong.” 

A cry of indignation escaped your lips as you heard the news. “Seriously?”

He nodded.

“No way!” you sputtered in disbelief. “He found out I liked you months ago— At the beginning of the school year! And then last month, Oikawa told me I should to get over you by going on a bunch of dates.” 

Your brows were furrowed and arms folded as you glared into the sky, wishing Oikawa were there so you could yell at him for making a fool of you. Iwaizumi caught your gaze with a disgruntled look of his own. 

“What on earth?” you groaned, burying your face in your palms.

“I’ll kick his ass the next time I see him,” Iwaizumi vowed.

“Please,” you muttered, a thousand thoughts racing through your mind. 

Oikawa knew you had a crush on Iwaizumi. Why would he tell him behind your back? And was Iwaizumi’s response negative? Is that why Oikawa told you to date to get over him? Trying to understand Oikawa’s thought process was enough to almost give you a headache. 

“But, wait,” said Iwaizumi quietly, effectively interrupting your train of thoughts. “Months?” 

You peeked at him through the cracks between your fingers. “Huh?”

“You said you liked me for months now? Since the start of this school year?” 

The heat rose to your cheeks in embarrassment. “T-That’s not the point—!” 

“Because I’ve liked you for a few months now too,” he interrupted before you could deny anything. Your eyes shot open as you stared straight at Iwaizumi, just now noticing the serious expression on his face. 

Was this a confession?

“Ever since that night we ditched our friends to stay inside and watch Godzilla instead of going to the party.” He shared a small, slightly sheepish smile with you as he recalled the memory. 

In the beginning of the year before classes had started but everyone had already moved into their respective apartments, Oikawa decided everyday of the week leading up to the first day of school would be a good day to get shit-faced drunk. It was fun for the first three days, but by day four you were getting worn out, and by day five, just the thought of consuming one more jello shot made you shudder. 

So when Iwaizumi—who you had then only recently realized you had a crush on—suggested you two sneak away to his empty apartment and watch some movies instead, you were more than happy to oblige. 

“I thought you looked...cute that night,” Iwaizumi managed, his voice gruff and tentative. “It was funny how you were scared by the movies even though it was hardly even horror.” He snorted at the recollection, hints of a grin playing on his face. “And I may have realized then that I had already started liking you.”

You bit the inside of your lip to keep your face from splitting into a beam. Your eyes were wide open, almost as if you were in a daze and were only dreaming the events of this night had happened. Iwaizumi shoved his hands in his sweatpants’ pockets, ducking his head to hide his delight at this situation.

“You like me too?” you asked breathlessly. There was still a tone of disbelief in your voice. 

He nodded. “Have for a while now. But I didn’t tell Oikawa about it until last month. And that’s when he said he thought you liked me back.” 

At his words, you visibly relaxed. So Oikawa didn’t blab about your crush on his best friend— Though, in all honesty, maybe if he had, you could’ve had a relationship with him sooner. You leaned your head back against the headrest of the couch with a sigh. “Then if he knew you liked me, why did he tell me to date other people that night we were all out drinking together?” 

“To piss me the fuck off.”

You laughed in surprise, not expecting Iwaizumi to sound so furious. 

“He probably wanted to get me to disagree with him, that dumbass,” he hissed, a scowl forming on his face. Even with his nose scrunched and forehead crinkled, you thought Iwaizumi was as handsome as ever.

“Maybe Oikawa thought you wouldn’t confess without his help so he wanted to push your buttons and make you jealous by seeing me date other people,” you said, chuckling at the audacity of this situation. 

Iwaizumi apparently didn’t share your amusement, since his scowl deepened. “I would’ve confessed without his unwanted help,” he grunted. But you knew he wasn’t too annoyed by his best friend. Oikawa never had any ill-intentions towards the two of you, and you both were aware of that. “I was a little jealous, though,” he admitted with flushed cheeks. “And I may have gotten a bit happier every time you told me afterwards that you didn’t like your date—especially tonight.”

You smiled shyly at him, only mildly embarrassed by the routine you two had picked up. Go on a date (usually prompted by Oikawa), wish your date was Iwaizumi the whole time, go home, message Iwaizumi about your bad date, repeat. But in today’s case, you went to him in person instead of texting. 

“But I was dreading that one night you’d message saying your date went well,” he said, hands balled up into fists and gaze downcast. “Or worse— Not message that night at all.”

Your expression turned somber as you realized that while you were casually dating around to try to get over Iwaizumi, he was there watching you go out with other people. A feeling of guilt spread through you as you bowed your head slightly, wishing you had taken the chance to tell him your feelings instead of trying to toss them aside. 

“Iwaizumi, I’m so sorry,” you said. “I didn’t even think about how it could be affecting you.” 

“Hey, it’s okay.” He placed his closed hand on the top of your head, making you look up at him. He nodded once. “You didn’t know. And Assikawa was the one pushing you to go on dates you didn’t want,” he said wryly, though his tone was more amused than bitter. “But maybe now you don’t have to keep going on those bad dates anymore.” 

Your heart skipped a beat at his words. Was he offering—?

“Y’know,” he said, “if you… If we…”

“Went on a date?” you completed, hesitant but hopeful. “With each other, I mean.”

“Yes. With each other.” He held his breath. “What do you think?”

After a beat of silence, your face split into a grin. You practically jumped off the couch in excitement, bouncing towards Iwaizumi to tackle him into a hug. He let out a surprised grunt, but caught you in his arms nonetheless.  

“I think you could’ve saved me loads of wasted nights if you had asked a month earlier!” you laughed, burrowing your face into his chest— His very strong, very muscular chest that had no business being this comfortable. “To think all this time I could’ve been going on dates with you instead of random people I end up blocking a day after?”

His right hand rested between your shoulder blades while his left was lightly cupping the back of your head. He chuckled and you felt the vibrations through his thin t-shirt. 

“We’ll have plenty of time to make up for it now,” he said, voice warm and inviting. “We can catch up on dates this whole weekend. Or just rewatch all of Godzilla again.” 

“That sounds like the perfect date weekend.” The grin on your face never left as you stayed tangled in his arms. “And your roommates aren’t back until Monday, hmm?”

He titled his head down at you to see your expression, the corner of his mouth quirked upward as he smirked. “Yup. They’ll be gone all weekend.”

You two exchanged knowing looks, causing you to wiggle your eyebrows suggestively and make him laugh. His ears turned red and when you pointed it out he got even redder. You smiled at each other as you held him even tighter. 

It didn’t matter what you two would be doing this weekend. All you cared about was getting to spend more time with Iwaizumi.

“Then we most definitely have a lot of catching up to do.” 

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[cloudybarnes]

the reveal

Pairing: peter parker x bestfriend!reader

Summary: after years of being friends, y/n wants to tell peter just how she feels. the night she decides to tell him, she walks in on him in his spider-man suit and suddenly second guesses if it’s the right time

Word Count: 2.7k+

Warnings: one curse word 

A/N: added in some platonic interactions with ned and y/n cause why not :)

Masterlist

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“I think I just failed our math test.” You huffed as you dropped your lunch tray onto the table. 

Peter and Ned left an open spot between them for you to squeeze into. 

“Honestly, I don’t see how you could have failed this test, (Y/N).” Peter chuckled.

“Yeah,” Ned agreed, ���if you think you failed this test, then I don’t even want to know what I got.”

That made you laugh. “Okay, maybe not failed, but definitely not my best. I feel like I know what we’re learning, but it’s hard to do on paper, you know?”

Peter nodded his head. 

“Whatever,” you chuckled, “let’s talk about something else. What are we doing after school?”

Peter whipped his head to you, “we had after school plans?”

“Well not exactly, but it’s Friday so I thought we could do something fun.”

Ned agreed, “Yeah, plus we haven’t all hung out in a while.”

Peter sighed, “Guys, I have that Stark thing tonight remember? I can’t just abandon my internship.”

You pout and poke Peter’s arm, “but all you ever do now is go to your internship. It’s like Ned and I don’t even see you anymore, Pete.”

“She’s right. You were so busy last weekend, (Y/N) and I had to go to the opening of her sister’s dance recital all by ourselves.”

“I mean, I understand why he didn’t want to go to that one. It was a nightmare.” You chuckled. 

Peter sighed, “Listen, I’m really sorry I’ve missed a lot. I’ll make it up to you guys, I promise.”

“So... tonight?” You asked hopefully. “I swear, we will make it worth the time of the all mighty Peter Parker.” You teased as you bumped your shoulder with Peter’s.

He nervously chuckled, “Y-yeah! Okay, um, yeah, tonight.”

You giggled, noticing a new warmth to his cheeks. “So, what time do you get done?”

“Get done?” He repeated.

“You know, your internship.” Ned reminded him.

Peter gasped, “Oh, right! Right, my internship. Um, actually it might be late, are you sure you want to do it tonight?”

You shrugged, “It’s the weekend, I’m sure my parents won’t mind. Please Peter, we haven’t hung out in forever! The internship is eating up your social life!” You chuckled.

Ned gasped, “oh my god, we should totally have a sleepover at Peter’s tonight! I can bring some comics and movies for us.”

You cheered, “Yes! That would be so fun!” You noticed Peter looked a little awkward from the conversation. “Unless, you just don’t want to hang out, which is totally okay! Ned and I could always ju-”

“No!” Peter yelled.

He looked around the cafeteria, embarrassed. He cleared his throat. “I-I mean, no, I do want to hang out with you guys tonight. I think I should be getting back around ten, so you guys can come to my place.”

Ned gasped, “Peter, you work that late and you’re not even getting paid?”

He chuckled nervously, “well, yeah. I just really like working for Mr. Stark, so I don’t mind it.” Peter wiggled around awkwardly, almost like he didn’t know what to do with himself.

Peter’s hand rested on his leg, and you placed yours on top of his. He looked up at you, eyes wide and lips slightly parted. 

You gave his hand a squeeze. “Peter, you’re my best friend. I can see how you’re acting right now. If you don’t want to hang out tonight, that’s totally understandable. We get how important this is to you, and we wouldn’t want to get in the way of your opportunity.”

Peter’s face softened into one with a smile. He squeezed your hand back, “thanks (Y/N), that means a lot. I do want to hang out with you guys, though. We’re going to have a sleepover at my place tonight, and it’ll be fun. I promise.”

Peter cleared his throat, and stood up. “I’ll be right back, I’m just going to use the bathroom real quick.”

Once Peter left, Ned started to chuckle. 

You turned to him and smiled, “what’s so funny?”

“What’s funny is how obvious it is that you have a thing for Peter.”

You giggled, “come on Ned, no I don’t.”

Ned shook his head and grinned at you, “I know you do; I just know these things. The way the two of you look at each other is like you’re in some rom com.”

You groan, “okay fine, I do like Peter. And I’m only telling you this because your my best friend, not because I want you to tell him!”

Ned scoffed, “please, of course I’m not going to tell Peter. You should be the one to do it.”

You smiled and lightly pushed his shoulder with your own. “Thanks, Ned. Also, don’t make anything awkward now that you know, okay? Peter will definitely know something is up.”

Ned made an ‘x’ over his chest. “Cross my heart!”

You look away from Ned just in time to see Peter walking back into the cafeteria. He takes his seat next to you and gives you a smile.

“Oh Peter!” Ned said, “I forgot that I have plans tonight already. My mom wanted me to try out this new yoga video with her. She thinks it’ll be a nice way to relax and release tension.”

“Oh, that’s okay.” Peter nodded, “we can always hang out some other time.”

“Oh!” Ned gasped, “Well, (Y/N)’s still free tonight. The two of you can have that sleepover still. I’ll lend you my comics.”

“Yeah! That-that sounds cool.” Peter looked at you and smiled, “I’m down if you are.”

You grinned, “Totally! I’ll never turn down the chance to hang out with you.”

Peter blushed at that. 

You smiled at Ned, “Sorry you can’t come! We’ll miss you tonight.” You winked.

Ned chuckled a little, “It’s okay, there’s always next time.”

The bell that signaled lunch was over rang. The three of you stood up.

“Okay, well I’ll talk to you guys later!” You smiled. “See you tonight, Peter.”

He shyly smiled, “yeah, see you tonight.”

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“I think I’m going to do it tonight.”

School had finished without any excitement other than yours for tonight. You had already eaten dinner, and as the time drew closer to ten, you grew anxious.

You were dramatically sprawled out on your bed, with your phone on FaceTime with Ned. 

His eyes got wide, “Oh. My. God. You’re crazy.”

You quickly sat up, worried now. “Is that actually crazy? Cause I don’t have to; I mean, it might make things weird.”

Ned chuckled. “No, I meant like, crazy as in you’re a bad-ass. I think tonight is the perfect opportunity to tell Peter you like him; and I’m not just saying that because I gave up spending time with you guys so this could happen.”

You rolled your eyes and stood up, walking over to your closet. “I think I’m just going to wear some sweatpants and a comfy top since it’s supposed to be a sleepover. Or do you think I should wear something nicer since I’m going to be telling him I like him?”

Ned shakes his head. “Definitely the sweatpants. If he doesn’t like you in your comfy look, he doesn’t deserve you in your dazzling look.”

You giggled, “you’re right, thanks Ned.”

“I’m here to help. Let me know how things go between you two. I think things will work out like you want.”

You smiled, “I’ll call you tomorrow! Bye, Ned.”

“See ya.”

You hung up the phone, and put your comfortable clothes on. Your bag was already packed with your overnight gear all ready to go.

You picked it up, and slung the bag over your shoulder.

“Mom, dad! I’m headed out to Peter’s now, love you!”

You parents said their goodbye’s, and you were on your way to Peter’s.

The trip was very short; Peter and you lived only a short distance from one another.

Once you were at his front door, you knocked and were greeted by his Aunt May.

“(Y/N)! Oh my gosh, it’s been too long since you’ve been over!” She grinned, pulling you into a tight hug.

Since you and Peter were always so close, May thought of you as a daughter.

“Hi May! It’s great to see you again. Is Peter back from his internship yet? I know I’m a few minutes early.”

She ushered you inside and shut the door. “No, I don’t think Peter’s back yet. I just got out of the shower so he may have snuck in while I was in there. You can wait in his room if you’d like, Peter won’t mind.”

You smiled, “Okay, thank you May.”

You started to walk down the hall into Peter’s room before May stopped you.”Oh, and (Y/N)?”

You turned around, “yeah?”

May softly smiled at you, “don’t be nervous, dear. I’m sure things will work out.”

You lightly laughed, “how did you know?”

She just shrugged with a playful smile.

You grinned, “I’ll try my best, May. Wish me luck!”

You turned back, and headed for Peter’s room.

In your mind, you were trying to plan out exactly what you were going to say to him, and when. You were thinking about waiting a little bit before dumping all of your emotions onto him. Or you’d do it as soon as you saw him just to get it off your chest once and for all.

As you pushed Peter’s bedroom door open, you saw something you never thought you’d witness. Peter was standing, back towards you in the Spider-Man suit. 

When he heard his door creak open, Peter rapidly spun around. His eyes were wide, and his mouth agape. He looked scared and extremely caught off guard that you had just seen him in his outfit.

“Oh, my god.” Is all you could manage.

You stared at Peter with the widest eyes he’d ever seen. Your mouth gobbled open and shut like a fish out of water; you couldn’t find any words to say to him.

He rushed over and pulled you into his room, frantically shutting the door behind you.

“(Y/N)! I didn’t expect you to be here so early.” Peter’s heart was racing. “It’s not what it looks like, I promise.”

You lightly shook your head, “I think it’s exactly what it looks like.” 

You walked around him in a circle like a vulture stalking its prey. “You’re Spider-Man, aren’t you?”

Peter’s mouth opened, then shut as soon as it did, trying to come up with a response to you. When he couldn’t think of anything, he sighed. “Yeah, I’m Spider-Man.”

You gasped. Peter honestly could have told you he was just playing dress up as Spider-Man and you would have believed him, but here he is admitting to being the superhero that had been around the city.

“That is so crazy, Peter!” You grinned. “Oh, my god, I’m friends with Spider-Man!” 

Your face fell, “oh, my god, I’m friends with Spider-Man.” Oh, no. Why did Peter have to reveal himself as Spider-Man tonight of all nights! 

You were freaking out, now. You didn’t want Peter to think you only liked him now that you knew he was Spider-Man! You wanted him to know you liked him for himself, as Peter.

“(Y/N)? Are you alright? I know this can be a lot to take in, but I need you to listen to me.” His eyes were desperate as he tried to talk to you.

You nodded your head and gave him your full attention. “Yeah, I’m okay. Sorry, this just caught me off guard is all.”

He nodded his head, and placed a hand on your shoulder. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to tell anyone, especially not like this.”

“So I’m the only one that knows?”

“Well, Mr. Stark knows cause he’s the one that gave me this upgraded suit, but yeah. You’re the only other one.”

“Oh, man. This is crazy.”

“You can’t tell anyone, (Y/N), please. If people find out, things will change for me, and I like my life how it is. I didn’t want to tell anyone because the more people that know, the more people there are that could be in danger.”

You nodded your head, and smiled at him, “Don’t worry, Pete, your secret is safe with me.”

Peter let out a relieved sigh, “I knew I could trust you. Sorry you had to find out this way, though.”

Peter presses a button on his chest that released his suit, leaving him in only his boxers.

You face heated up as you scanned you eyes over his toned chest. “Oh my god.” You quickly spun around to not face him once you realized what you were doing.”

Peter’s cheeks were hot as well. “Sorry, I wasn’t thinking when I did that.”

You heard some shuffling around as Peter got changed. 

“You can turn around now.”

You do, and see that Peter is in sweatpants and a sweatshirt with his suit hung up in his closet.

He sat on his bed, and motioned you to sit as well.

You do so, and play with your fingers a little bit, now uncertain if it’s a good time to tell him how you feel. 

“Hey,” Peter said as he grabbed you hand, stopping your nervous fiddling, “talk to me. I don’t know what’s going on in your head, and it’s freaking me out a little.” He nervously chuckled.

You gently smiled and started to mess with his fingers. “I think it’s really cool what you’re doing for the city. I think you’re really brave for all of this.”

Peter smiled at you, “yeah?”

“Yeah. I’m just worried that you could get hurt from this. You know I care about you, right?” You nervously added.

Peter nodded his head with a smile, “I know you care. I promise, I’m being careful out there, don’t worry.”

You lightly smiled, and looked down at your interlocked fingers.

“So, Ned told me something earlier.”

Your head quickly perked up at that. “Oh, did he?”

Peter rubbed the back of his neck, “yeah, he told me to make sure you tell me the thing you were going to tell me.” He sounded confused. “I don’t really know what he means by that, but he wanted me to make sure you don’t chicken out of it.”

You sighed. “Well, I was going to tell you something, but I don’t know if it’s the right time because of your whole... reveal.” 

“Oh, well I’ll still care about what you have to say. Just because you know I’m Spider-Man, doesn’t mean I’m not still Peter.”

You looked up at him and smiled. “Yeah, you’re still Peter.”

He chuckled, and you took in a breath, trying to calm yourself down.

“Well, I’ve been wanting to tell you this for a while now, and I didn’t really know when a good time would be since you’re always at your internship or we’re hanging out with Ned as well. Not that I don’t like hanging out with Ned! I do, it’s just-”

Peter cut off your rambling by grabbing your face and pressing his lips to yours. You were stunned, to say the least. Peter’s lips were soft and gentle against yours. He made no move to escalate things; it was like all he wanted to do was feel your lips against his.

You finally kissed him back, and brought one of your hands to the side of his face. You rubbed your thumb along his cheek as you kissed, loving the feeling of being so close to him.

When you couldn’t take anymore, you pulled back and took a breath of air. 

Looking at Peter like this was something you had only dreamed of. His lips were red and puffy from your kiss, and his eyes gleamed with excitement. You could only imagine how you looked.

“Was that what you were trying to tell me?” He cheekily remarked.

You giggled, “that was exactly what I was trying to tell you.” 

“Good,” he grinned, “because I really like you, (Y/N), I have for a while now.”

You let out a chuckle, “it’s a good thing I’ve liked you for some time as well.”

Peter bit his lip to try to stop himself from smiling so much. He grabbed your hand and laced your fingers together.

“So, does that mean you’d want to go out with me sometime?” Peter asked, hopefully.

You pretended to think for a minute, then giggled. “Yeah, I’d love to go out with you sometime, but right now I just want to spend our night together like we planned.”

You leaned in closer to Peter, gently pulling him in by the collar of his shirt. 

“I like the sound of that.” Peter gently said, right before you placed your lips on his. 

You have so much to tell Ned tomorrow.

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Never Have I Ever - Harry Styles (part 5)

uh ohh, part 5 baby! im quite enjoying this story so far and i have some fun things planned for it, so i hope you’ll stay with me for them! in today’s part, our fav new celeb couple takes it all the way, though i chose not to include the actual sex part, however im still treating you all with some dirty stuff so enjoy!

pairing: Harry x actress!reader

word count: 4.6k

warning: NSFW content

SERIES MASTERPOST

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New couple alert?

Harry Styles and Y/N Y/L/N have been spotted having lunch and grabbing coffee several times in the course of the past few weeks. All the outings looked casual and friendly, they gladly stopped for fans that approached them and the word has it that they’ve been getting closer to each other, though neither of them confirmed anything.

Harry Styles has been known to be single for a while now, only faint rumors swirling up sometimes, but none of them were proven to be true, the young actress is the first woman he has been linked to in a long time. Y/N Y/L/N has been focusing on her blooming career and has been single since her split from long time exboyfriend and fellow actor, Levi Hudson. The pair dated all through 2018, splitting in the beginning of 2019. Hudson has admitted their hectic schedules made it impossible to maintain their relationship while Y/N did not confirm anything.

Styles is going on his world-wide tour soon, while Y/L/N is currently between two projects. The young celebs seem to be enjoying each other’s company and fans have been quick to jump into speculations about their alleged romance, however there is no evidence as of right now.

“Thank you so much for your time, it was a pleasure to talk to you,” the young interviewer smiles at you, holding her hand out and you shake it with a warm smile.

“Thank you for having me! And I really like your shoes, by the way,” you point down at her electric blue pumps that you’ve been eyeing since the start of the interview.

“Oh, thank you! Got them from a vintage store,” she beams, a slight blush playing on her cheeks clearly a little starstruck from your compliment.

“Love those little stores.”

“Me too,” she giggles collecting her papers and notes. “Someone will contact you and your team soon about the photoshoot and I’ll email you a draft of the interview in about a week.”

“That’s perfect, thank you so much,” you nod at her grabbing your purse from the side table next to you. Grabbing your phone from the depth of it you smile to yourself upon seeing the text from Harry.

“Call me when you’re done with the interview Xx.”

You say your goodbye to everyone before heading out of the building. Lawrence is at the front waiting for you in the car and he greets you with a warm smile when you sit into the backseat. As he starts the car and heads back to your home, you call Harry, who picks it up after the second ring.

“Hey! How was the interview?” he beams brightly, his voice immediately making you smile.

“Great! This young girl did it and she had some exciting questions.”

“Sounds lovely. Can’t wait to buy a Cosmopolitan with you on the cover soon,” he says and you can hear the grin through his voice.

“Will look good in your hands for sure,” you chuckle.

“Right. So I have a question for you.”

“Go for it.”

“I’m doing this very small show at Beacon Theater this weekend, kind of a practice before the real tour begins and I was wondering if you’d be up to come. Would love to have you there.”

“When is it exactly?”

“Saturday at nine. I know it’s a short notice and I get it if you have something else going on, just wanted to ask.”

“I think I can make it work,” you smile, thinking back at what your day looks like on Saturday. “Can I bring someone?”

“Of course! Just let me know how many people so I can have the tickets sent over to you.”

“Thank you. It’s sweet of you to think about me.”

“You know I always think about you,” he murmurs and his voice sends a shiver down your spine. Crazy to think how much he can affect you with just his words, he just has a special spell on you, it seems.

“Still such a flirt, I see,” you chuckle, feeling your cheeks heating up as you hear his soft laugh on the other end of the line.

“For you, always.”

“Alright. I’ll text you about the tickets and thank you again. Can’t wait to see you perform finally.”

“It’s been due for a while now, right? Kind of promised you some tickets on Ellen, if I remember correctly.”

“You did!” you laugh thinking back at the time you met him. How funny that just one short game on a talk show led the two of you here. You have to thank Ellen though.

“Now I’m finally keeping my promise. Talk to you later then, Love. Have a great day.”

“You too, Harry.”

 You manage to convince Sydney to join you for the concert, she sounds excited when you ask if she had anything to do on Saturday. Seeing Harry perform before his tour kicks off is a thrill for her she wouldn’t pass on for anything, so she is really grateful that you thought of her as your plus one.

Harry has your passes sent over to your place on Friday and it comes with a bouquet of flowers as well as a card.

“Can’t wait to see you tomorrow. What’s your favorite song? I’ll make sure to perform it just for you. –H”

He never fails to make you feel like the only woman on the planet and you can definitely see why so many fall for him even without meeting him. The man has all the power to charm anyone with just a smile.

You put the flowers into a vase and leave them on your dining table before grabbing your phone and sending him a quick text.

“It’s Only Angel,” you simply write, hoping he’ll get it why you just wrote that. Luckily, he does.

“Straight to the setlist. Dedicated to You.”

 Finishing up the last touches to your makeup you bop your head to the song blasting through the stereo. It’s Only Angel, of course. You’ve had it on repeat all afternoon and now you can’t wait to actually see Harry perform it live.

Just as you are about to get changed, Syd arrives so you let her in with a beaming smile and when she hears the music upon walking into your place she cheers in excitement.

“Yes! This is such a jam!” she smirks, doing a little dance as you lock the door behind her.

“You look fantastic, Syd,” you tell her. The black short dress looks amazing paired with the lilac oversized blazer. Her makeup matches the same color and you are obsessed with the fishnet tights. She will surely make men wish she was into them.

“Thank you! Spent two hours figuring out what to wear, so I hope I look fantastic,” she giggles.

She helps you put together your outfit as well. Wide legged flaming red pants that make your waist look snatched, a black sheer top tucked into it with just a black bralette underneath. You already know Harry will be a fan of the skin you’re showing, you can’t wait to see his face when he finally spots you.

You quickly pack your essentials into a black Chanel purse along with stuff you need for a possible sleepover if things might take a pleasant turn, and you finish with everything just when the doorman calls up through the intercom that Lawrence has arrived.

“So, what’s the deal with you and him, if I may ask?” Syd questions in the car, not in a nosy way, more like a curious, friendly way.

“We are… getting close,” you say, tasting the word on your tongue. You haven’t labeled whatever you have going on with Harry, nor do you really know what it should be called. You’ve been trying hard to make time for each other as much as possible, making small lunch and coffee dates a regular thing. He came over to your place one evening for a movie and that’s the only time you were able to be alone with him, though nothing sexual happened. Yet. The real deal is yet to happen and if you are being honest you are running short on patience. It’s getting harder to hold yourself back and keep your hands to yourself as well when you are out with him, but you agreed to keep it lowkey out in the public.

Tonight, however, you have a feeling what you’ve been waiting for so long might actually happen and you can only hope Harry is planning the same thing. You are absolutely ready to bluntly ask if he wants to spend the night at your place.

“But you’re heading… somewhere, right?”

“I hope so,” you smile shyly.

“That’s amazing. I think you two are a match,” Syd smirks at you.

By the time you arrive to the venue the gates have been opened so people are busy getting inside, giving you the chance to walk inside through the backdoors without any fuss.

“Miss, Harry requested me to usher you to his dressing room when you arrive,” the girl at the door smiles at you with a clipboard in her hands and a headset covering her ears.

“Oh, alright,” you nod, turning to Syd. “You go ahead and get us a good place,” you tell her and she nods walking away with a wave as she heads up to the second floor that’s fully reserved for friends and family.

Following the girl down the hallway you are led to a room that has Harry’s name on it. She gently knocks on the door and a few moments later it flies open, revealing Harry in a colorful suit and a simple white button-down shirt. He looks breathtaking, hair fixed perfectly and the wide grin stretching across his lips when he sees you standing there.

“You’re here!” he breathes out, grabbing your hand and pulling inside, snatching you away from the preying eyes. Once the door clicks closed behind you, he is quick to press his lips to yours in a sweet welcoming kiss. Ever since your first official date he hasn’t passed on any chance to kiss you whenever you had the luxury of privacy to yourselves, which hasn’t happened too much, leaving you both with a growing hunger for each other every time you meet.

“Mm of course I am,” you smile against his lips before pecking them one last time and leaning back. “Looking great, Mr. Styles,” you grin, taking your time to wander your eyes down on him.

“Yeah? Like the suit?”

“Absolutely.”

“Well, I love your outfit as well. M’gonna have a hard time not thinking about you on the stage.”

“Please think about me,” you breathe out with a coy smile.

“Don’t fucking say that to me, you are giving me a hard time,” he groans and you just chuckle at the tortured look on his face.

“Sorry,” you mumble, but your face doesn’t meet your words. He squeezes your waist gently, pecking your lips in a rush before he lets go of you.

“I need to go over a few things before we start, so just go ahead and join Syd. Meet me here after the show?”

“Yeah, perfect,” you nod smiling. “Good luck out there,” you wink and he grins at you with bright eyes. His hands grab onto yours before you head out, pulling you in for one last kiss before you leave.

You feel flustered and you take a few deep breaths on your way up to the gallery to find Syd who managed to get an amazing spot at the front on the left side.

They offer everyone up on the gallery some champagne before the show starts and looking around you see a few familiar faces, but no one you specifically know. You stick with Sydney who is over the moon about the show and you are kind of sharing her excitement.

When the lights go down and the music finally starts, you can’t help but join in with the screams that fill the theater.

You’ve seen videos of him performing, in One Direction and solo as well. You’ve seen pictures and you’ve heard the words about how amazing he is on stage, but none of those live up to the actual experience. The sensation that takes over you just by seeing him appear on the stage as the whole theater chants his name as one, it completely sweeps you off your feet and for a second you wonder how you could live a life without this experience.

When his voice starts to flow through the massive speakers you need to take a deep breath, a shiver runs down your spine and you chug down the rest of your champagne so you could get rid of the glass and hold onto the railing with both hands because you feel like you need to ground yourself before you shoot into the sky.

Song after song, he performs perfectly, bringing every single person in the audience to that euphoric state they’ve been probably seeking their whole life. The experience is surely one of a kind, something you’ll definitely be thinking about for a long time.

Time seems to stop, though it cruelly carries on even when you forget about it completely. The concert is nearing its end and Harry takes a breather as he places his guitar to the stand behind him. You watch his every move as he walks back to the microphone, his gaze moving up to the gallery, roaming through the people until they find you.

“This last song is dedicated… to my Only Angel,” he murmurs into the microphone as the audience erupts, blows up at once and your heart skips a beat when his eyes linger over you for a little longer before the music starts to play.

You faintly hear Syd screaming next to you, probably aware that the dedication was addressed to you, but you can’t tear your eyes off of the man on the stage.

He nails it perfectly, looking like an absolute rockstar that he truly is and for a moment you can’t believe you have his attention and interest. How can such a precious and unbelievably talented man be in your reach?

Because I deserve great things in life, you tell yourself, a little mantra you’ve gotten around to repeat every time you found yourself doubting your success and happiness.

The concert eventually ends and though no one in the room desires the end of it, Harry leaves and you are abruptly brought back to reality.

“That was… something else truly,” Syd breathes out as the two of you linger around a little longer, trying to come down from the high you just experienced.

“Yeah. He is so fucking talented it’s almost unfair,” you chuckle running a hand through your hair.

“This tour will kill thousands of people all around the world,” she muses and for a moment, reality sets in and you realize that Harry will leave for his worldwide tour very soon, leaving you behind.

You get rid of the thought, not wanting to stress over something that’s not relevant just yet and you don’t want to ruin the evening either. Fears and stress can wait a little longer.

The two of you make your way backstage, walking into a bit of a chaos as all close friends and family want to congratulate to Harry and the band as well. Standing at the side you let everyone have their time, barely even seeing Harry in the sea of people in the spacious green room. Syd keeps you company as you wait and about thirty minutes later it seems like the crowd is starting to loosen up.

Harry spots you and excuses himself immediately from his conversation with a couple, heading in your direction with the widest grin you’ve ever seen on his pretty face.

“Congrats, that was mind-blowing,” you smirk as he reaches you, a hand curling around your waist as he leans down and places a kiss to your cheek, keeping it as moderate as possible, though you both just want to jump at each other.

“Thank you, Love,” he nods, a blush tinting his cheeks from your words. “Hello Sydney, so great to see you again,” he greets the girl next to you and they share a short hug.

“Hi! Loved the show so much!” she giggles in excitement.

“Thank you for coming.”

The three of you chat for a while before Sydney says she is gonna call herself an Uber, so after saying her goodbye she leaves you alone with Harry, as much as you can be alone with a bunch of other people around.

“I wanted to ask you something,” he clears his throat as his hand finds its way back to the small of your back.

“Go for it.”

“We are gonna grab a drink at some bar, but nothing over the top and I wanted to ask if you would want to join.”

“Sounds good,” you smile, feeling a little disappointed. This is not exactly what you wanted him to ask. Luckily, he is not done with his questions.

“Also… I-If it’s cool by you, I thought that… maybe you could come over?”

“Mmm, go over and do what?” you tease him, your smile stretching wider with each passing moment.

“I have plenty of ideas, Love,” he breathes out, making you laugh. “We could drop by your place if you need anything to stay over.”

“No need. Packed a bag,” you slyly grin at him, taking him by surprise clearly, but it’s surely a pleasant one.

“Always a step ahead of me, huh?” he smirks, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

It takes some time to actually leave the venue and head off to the bar with a close group of friends of him and the band. A secluded area was already reserved for you that has its own bar, so you could enjoy the evening without worrying about preying eyes of strangers or fans. You really weren’t in the mood to keep your distance from Harry, this way at least you were able to touch each other in a more intimate way without speculations swirling up immediately.

You get to know his band and some of his friends, they are all genuinely amazing people, but you weren’t expecting anything else. You figured he only surrounds himself with people like him. His hands often find your waist and he doesn’t shy away from kissing your cheek or giving your hips a gentle squeeze, just letting you know you have his attention and he appreciates that you’re there.

It’s nearing one am when the guests start leaving and soon enough you find yourself in the back of your car with Harry, heading to his place, while you try your best to keep your hands away from him. You wouldn’t put Lawrence through the trauma of having to see or hear something he shouldn’t.

But that doesn’t stop you from kissing, something you’ve been dying to do all night. Your hand rests on his thigh while he has an arm curled around your shoulders, keeping you tight by his side, delicately brushing his nose against your hair every time your lips are not connected.

“Thank you, Lawrence. I’ll call myself a taxi in the morning, have the day off,” you tell your driver who smiles in your way thankfully while Harry grabs your and his bags from the back of the car.

“Thank you, Miss. Enjoy your night,” he nods in your way as you shut the door closed.

You try to take your duffel bag from Harry, but he insists to carry it as the two of you walk inside his house.

“Want something to drink? Water, tea or something?” he asks, setting the bags down near his giant, comfortable looking couch. Your thoughts immediately wander to a dirty field, picturing him sitting on that very couch as you kneel in front of him, pleasuring him so good that his eyes roll back…

“Yeah, water please,” you say clearing your throat. Some hydration will come handy after the drinks you chugged down at the bar.

You follow him as he shuffles into the kitchen, grabbing a glass and a bottled water from the fridge for you, pouring some into the glass before handing it to you.

“Thank you. You have a nice place for yourself,” you tell him, looking around in his home.

“Thanks. Been working on it for a while,” he chuckles softly. “Feels a bit too big for just myself though.”

You finish the water and set your eyes at him, feeling your hunger for him grow with each passing moment. Placing the empty glass to the marble counter you take a step closer to him.

“You feel lonely often?” you question in a low voice. His eyes return to you and you are happy to see the same lust in them.

“Would say so, yes,” he nods, running his tongue over his pink lips before he reaches out and grabbing you by your hips, he draws you close to him. Leaning down his lips brush against the shell of your ear, a shiver runs down your spine when you hear his whisper in it. “Hope it’ll change soon.”

At a loss of patience, you grab his face and angle it perfectly so you can kiss him hard. And by hard, you mean real hard. He stumbles back from the force, but manages to keep his balance, returning the kiss just as vehemently as he receives it, a tug of war starting between the two of you.

His hands work fast on the sheer fabric of your shirt, pulling it out from the waistband of your pants, getting rid of it eagerly as his lips wander down on your neck, collarbones and chest. He easily turns the two of you around so you are pushed against the edge of the countertop, his hips pushed against you and it’s clearer that daylight just how excited he is to have you here tonight. Your eyes flicker over to the couch again and the desire to please him with your mouth just bursts, you can’t hold yourself back anymore.

So you push him away from you, grabbing his wrist and yanking him after you, heading towards the couch. You push him down and his lustful eyes follow every move of yours as you kneel in front of him and he realizes what you are about to do. He doesn’t stop you when you work to unbutton his pants, but his hand finds your chin and he pulls you up for a swift, but passionate kiss.

Once you successfully undid his pants he lifts his hips and you spare some time and energy, pulling them down along with his underwear, leaving him only in his vintage printed t-shirt as his cock springs free. You push your thighs together just at the sight of him, the way his eyes burn down on you, how his lips part when your gazes meet and the way he sucks on his breath when your fingers dig into his thighs near his crotch as you situate yourself closer.

“I believe I owe you an orgasm, don’t I?” you ask with a cheeky smirk before wrapping your left hand around the base of his shaft, giving it a gentle squeeze, just enough to get him even more excited. A whimpered moan slips from his lips and you lean closer, giving his cock a lick from bottom to top, wrapping your lips around the head as you swirl your tongue around it.

“Fuck hell!” he breathes out, clearly enjoying himself, hands fisting the cushion next to him, but you bet they’ll be buried in your hair soon.

You’re not an expert in the field of blowjobs, but it’s been your thing to come barging right through the door and jump the easy teasing whenever you were on your knees for a man. So with your hands fixed on his beautiful face, you sink down on him, his cock gliding into your mouth right until the tip reaches the back of your throat, earning the loudest moan you’ve heard from him. Shutting your eyes closed you keep him like that for a second until the urge to gag starts to set in, so you slide him out, your saliva dripping down his erection as your eyes meet his and you can tell you shocked him with your bold first move.

“Do that one more time and I won’t last for a minute,” he warns breathing heavily and you just smirk up at him before going into action again, this time only taking a smaller portion of him, pumping the base to make up for the lack of deep throating, but it appears that he enjoys just the simple part of it equally. As you keep bobbing your head, taking as much of him as you can without gagging, his right hand flies to your hair, taking a handful of it as he gently guides your head, keeping it in the rhythm that works the best for him and you happily let him do whatever makes him feel good.

When your free hand goes to gently massage his balls your name erupts from him in the most voluptuous way you’ve heard him call out for you. As if he just cried out for God himself.

“Y/N, fuck, I won’t last long,” he warns you, but that’s all you want. You need to see him come undone under your touch, you want to be the reason his breath hitches. Picking up your pace you see him whimper some more, head falling backwards to the back of the couch. It’s a heavenly view and you wish you could take a picture of his beauty as he enjoys himself on this intimate level. You’ve never wanted to please a man more than him and just seeing him in this blissful state makes you wet through your underwear.

When his breathing starts to get uneven, chest heaving wildly, you take all of him again, his head poking the back of your throat and you push your tongue against his length as you slide him out, picking up the same pace that you kept before, both hands working hard on him.

“Fuck! I-I’m gonna cum!” he warns again and just a few seconds later, you feel the evidence of his satisfaction spurt into the back of your throat, eyes falling on you as you give him one last lick before swallowing everything that’s in your mouth.

“Holy shit,” he breathes out pulling you up, eagerly kissing you without a second thought, his hands cupping your cheeks to keep you in place. “You surely know how to kill a man, yea?” he huffs making you chuckle.

“Think you can go for a second one?” you sheepishly ask, blinking up at him from under your long lashes.

“I’ll have enough time to recover while I eat you out like you’re my last meal,” he bluntly replies, and a moan almost slips from your lips.

“Show me what you got, Styles,” you challenge him and he doesn’t need more, he easily picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he heads straight to the bedroom.

“As you wish, Angel,” he mumbles against your skin, peppering your neck and shoulder with featherlike kisses along his way until he throws you to his bed, ruthlessly tearing the remaining of your clothes off your body.

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[multiland]

Mr. perfect.

pairing: idol!Joshua x reader

genre: angst

word count: 1.5K

summary: what do you do when the one who was always there to comfort you, is the one who now has broken you?

warnings: mentions of cheating, denial and heartbreak.

A/N: this sucks. I’m sorry.

When you first learned about love, you always tried to keep in mind that everything about it was ephemeral, that no matter how many happy endings you had heard about, there was no way someone could ever meet such expectations. To you, fairytales were nothing but that, a fictional scenario people created to give themselves hope, to try to find something good even when the so-called love they felt, hurt them more than any physical harm.

But then you met Joshua, and suddenly you found yourself believing in everything you had convinced yourself was nothing but a lie.

You met him on a Friday night at some fancy party your best friend had thrown. Being from a wealthy family, it was no surprise to you that you found some famous people there. You were nothing like them, but being attached to the hip to her since you were kids surely took you to some places you would’ve never thought you’d ever see.

Dressed in a skin-tight navy dress, you were minding your own business, playing with the martini in your hands as your eyes traveled across the enormous house. The music wasn’t the same kind people your age would put in the background, instead, there were some violinists and pianists playing live. You felt out of place, the fact that your friend had left your side to keep greeting people not helping at all.

And that’s when you saw him, walking through the door with some other guys in a beige tuxedo, black strands of hair hanging over his eyes and small silver piercings decorating his ears.

Your eyes were immediately drawn to him, as he stood there across the room with his hands in his pockets, clearly enjoying the music and focused on the musicians. That’s when somewhere along the lines his eyes had landed on you, the previously blank expression on his face turning into the smallest but sweetest smile for you, and you swore you had never seen a man that beautiful in your entire life.

You knew it was over for you as soon as those round and beautiful dark orbs made your heart go crazy, wanting to look away but not being able to. He had an instant power over you, and you didn’t even want it to be any different.

Somehow you exchanged numbers that night, and although you thought you would never see him again, he proved you otherwise when he started texting you the following days.

You started spending time together every now and then, going to some cafes or meeting somewhere more private. Knowing the reality of his situation wasn’t something easy, but you were soon so infatuated with him that you didn’t even think of saying no when he asked you out.

Being with an idol wasn’t what you had expected at all, but Joshua always made everything feel so safe, warm, and comfortable that everything seemed to be just so easy.

He was so attentive, caring, and loving that you, not even once, felt neglected. He called you every single night before going to sleep or messaged you in the mornings or during breaks.

If you ever felt bad, he always knew the right words to say, and even though you felt insecure about him being around beautiful women all the time, he was quick to ease your fears and make you believe there was no way in the world he would ever want someone who wasn’t you.

You felt wanted, beautiful, and loved. He was a prince, he was everything someone could have ever wanted. So gentle, sweet, always there for you no matter what.

He was the only one who was able to set your body aflame with a single touch, always feeling like you were flying whenever his arms wrapped around you and the smell of his cologne, so familiar, filled your nose and made you feel like everything would be okay.

The way he held your hand and kissed your knuckles when he drove, the way he always tucked strands of hair behind your ear, or the way he kissed you in the middle of saying something just because he couldn’t help but being so whipped for you, making you lose your mind with such a simple action.

His sweet, raspy voice in the mornings after he had spent the night; the way his pupils dilated whenever you wore one of his shirts with nothing underneath, the way he made love to you as soon as he went back home, loving you hard enough for you to feel the trace of his fingers and the taste of his mouth whenever he had to leave again. Fingers through his hair as his mouth swallowed your moans, fingertips digging on your burning skin, teeth sinking on the flesh as he took you to paradise.

The way you found relief in his lips, kissing like there was no tomorrow and feeling like you couldn't get enough of each other. His tongue making you delirious, electrifying every inch of your skin.

Everything that came out of his mouth was dripping with honey, because he never wanted to see you upset, because he was your serotonin, because he simply was the best thing that had ever happened to you, and you were the same for him.

Or at least, that’s what you thought.

That’s why you couldn’t process the words that were falling from his mouth that night, after a month of not seeing each other for his comeback and promotions, he had come to your house, but as soon as you met his gaze, you knew something was wrong.

But you never thought it’d be something so horrible.

He had appeared at your place to tell you he had kissed a female back dancer a week before.

“No.” You laughed humorlessly as you shook your head. “It’s impossible. That did not happen.”

His eyes were filled with hurt and remorse, the more he noticed your denial, the worse he felt.

“y/n… I- I’m so sorry… Fuck I’m sorry. I swear I love you. I’m such an asshole.”

“Joshua, please stop. This is not a funny joke.”

“How can you think I would joke with something like this?” He asked in frustration, running his fingers through his hair.

And you were well aware of it not being a joke in the slightest. The way you could feel cold sweat running down your spine and your stomach churn kept trying to pull your feet back to the ground. But you would try to trick the fate and desperately conjure the truth you wanted to take place.

“Because there’s no way you’d do something like that. You love me, right? You’ve done nothing but show me how much you do.”

Joshua swallowed, tears burning his eyes and threatening to fall.

“I do love you. More than anything.” He assured. “That’s why I’m here, that’s why I can’t stand the idea of what I did behind your back. I kissed someone else while you stayed home and gave me all of your trust.” He repeated. “I regret it every second because I know how much I just fucked up… But I can’t cope with the idea of you trying to dismiss it. I don’t deserve it.”

"Joshua"

He shook his head, stepping closer and grabbing your hands in his.

"Please, please don't give me a chance to stay by your side because I will not hesitate to take it and I don't deserve to be with someone like you." His voice was so sweet, so subtle despite of him saying something so devastating. His hand moved to tuck a strand of hair behind you ear like he always did, retreating as soon as the guilt attacked him again. "You're so beautiful, so smart, sweet and bright and I'm so, so in love with you. It kills me to know I just ruined everything with the woman I love the most in such a dumb way."

You noticed the way his eyes were getting watery, another thing that made you realize how real it was. You wanted to hate him and tell him how much of a dick he was, but nothing came out of your mouth. You just couldn't, although you knew you should have, you could not bring yourself to hate him.

“You- No, listen Joshua…” You trailed off, heart finally breaking in a million pieces as you tried your best to convince yourself that everything was nothing but a twisted dream. “I know you would never hurt me like that. You would never cheat on me. Why would you? That’s ridiculous! You know that I'd do anything for you, right? You know that I love you more than anything. We’ve always had this chemistry, this peaceful and beautiful relationship. You’ve never given me any reasons to be jealous or to feel insecure, someone like that wouldn’t go against his own preach.” You tried to reason, a bitter chuckle slipping from your lips as you wiped your tears “See, I know you’re just such a gentleman that you’d rather put the blame on your shoulders than say she was the one who took advantage of you and kissed you. You’re a gorgeous guy, it must be hard for people not to throw themselv-"

“Why are you trying so desperately to excuse my actions?" He interrupted you in distress. "Babe, I- I don’t deserve it. I was the one who kissed her. While we danced the atmosphere got tense, the adrenaline did not help, and I just had the impulse.” Joshua said lowly, the knot in his throat becoming thicker and making it hard for him to breathe. “I’m so sorry... Why can't you just blame me for what I did? Just tell me how much of a piece of shit I am, slap me, tell me you don't want to see me again. Call me a dickhead, the worst thing that happened to you, I'll take it all, because I fucked up.”

You forced yourself to step back, the air in your lungs slowly fading away as the void in your chest grew bigger.

“No... I- I can't... Because you would never do something so vile.” You smiled, not noticing the way your tears were already streaming down your cheeks. "You wouldn't throw all the beautiful things between us out of the window just to get your damn dick wet. Not when you told me so many times how you'd never want anyone else but me and I believed you because you looked me in the eyes."

Joshua pressed his eyes shut and took a deep, shaky breath as he stepped closer, but you stepped back.

"I do not want anyone else but you, but I stopped thinking and just let my primal self take control instead of considering what I got to lose."

"No!" You shouted. "You wouldn't! You're perfect!"

Joshua lowered his gaze to the floor, hands ballin into fists.

“I’m not perfect… I never was, I never will. No one is.” He whispered. "That's why I need to go before I keep hurting you. If you ask me to stay I will, and I can not let you accept me back."

And then you knew. The idea you had engraved in your head about love being a real fairytale was long gone, cause all it did was break, burn and end.

Your sweet boyfriend, the same who used to whisper how much he loved you against your lips, the same who washed your hair for you, the same who looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing in the world, was the same one who had stabbed you in the back.

Your lip quivered, and Joshua wanted desperately to wipe your tears away and hold you in his arms, but how could he? When he was the one who had hurt you in the first place, how could he ever fix up a heart he let down? He did not deserve to touch you ever again.

With a shaky breath, you forced the words out of your throat.

“That’s where the problem is, Joshua.” You said, voice cracking as his brows pulled together in confusion. “That’s why facing the truth will destroy every part of my being, that's why I will never be able to trust anyone again, that's why I don't want you to walk out the door. If you do, everything will be real, and the thing that would hurt the most is to realize all this time I stopped believing in my instincts, because I thought you were different, because I've always known perfection does not exist…" You explained, a small sob falling from your mouth and cutting you out before you continued. "But to me, you were perfect.”

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[street-smarts00]

Eavesdropping

Midoriya x f!reader

Summary: Y/n had just realized that she has a crush on her best friend, Izuku Midoriya. She confides in Mina while they were walking to class. However, someone just so happens to overhear their conversation.

Word count: 1.9k

Fluff with ⚠️language

This is my first time writing, enjoy!

“I still can’t believe it took you that long to realize it,” Mina joked.

Mina had once again brought up this embarrassing topic. God forbid you mention anything about crushes, it’s all she wants to talk about. But then again you are a bit of a gossip too, you just didn’t like when the topic of conversation was yourself.

“I've been single for the past 16 years, you really expect me to know how my feelings work,” you mumbled while the two of you walked to heroics.

It was exhausting talking about your new found feelings for one of your best friends, Izuku Midoriya. The two of you have known each other for over a year now and had just started second year; and only a few days ago did you realize that you had fallen head over heels for the guy.

“So when are you gonna tell him?” Mina smirked. “What? Mina I can’t tell him that I like him it will ruin our friendship” you replied as your cheeks turned pink.

“Why do you think it’s gonna ruin your friendship?”

You sighed, “Because it’s gonna make everything awkward. I won’t know how to act around him once he knows and it’s not like he likes me back.”

Your friendship with Midoriya was more important than some silly crush. He was always there for you, giving you tips on how to improve your quirk or fighting style, helping you study, and whenever you were in a shitty mood he always knew what to do to lift your spirits.

“Oh please that’s a load of bull shit”

“MINA!” You exclaimed.

“What? You really think he doesn’t like you? You guys are super cuddly and touchy and you two always have to be touching whether your holding hands or your arms are linked.” Mina explained.

You shook your head, “No Mina that doesn’t mean he likes me, he’s just a touchy person,”

She smirked, “oh really, well I’m friends with him and he isn’t cuddly with me. Or even some of his other best friends, like Iida or Ochako, has he ever cuddled with them during movie night?”

You opened your mouth to respond but no words came out. She was right. You thought that he was just a touchy person. You had never noticed that the only person he was physically affectionate with,was you. The constant hand holding, and arms linked or draped across the others shoulders, the cuddling on the couch during movie night. It was only you, no one else.

“And, it’s not just the physical affection, he also goes out of his way to help you, like all the time. More so then the rest of the class. And remember when you sprained your ankle during training a few weeks ago, he freaked out and offered to carry you to recovery girls office, and when you did get there he refused to leave until you were all patched up”

You were speechless. You thought all of that stuff was just his normal helpful personality. He’s always trying to help others. Did he really give you more attention?

“Holy shit,” you whispered. Your heart was beating a mile a minute. It felt like you were frozen in place even though we’re you still walking to heroics.

“Awww now you have to tell him! Come on it will be so cute. You’ll confess your feelings, you’ll start dating and then you’ll be in love, and then soon I’m gonna have to start calling you y/n Midoriya.” Mina giggled.

“Mina!” You hissed, and she replied giggling.

In the middle of your rage, you didn’t notice Shinsou pass by the both of you.

“Hey Shinsou!” Mina said cheered. You looked up and mumbled “hey.” He glanced over looking exhausted as always and replied “Hey guys.”

He walked passed the two of you and always out of your line of sight. However, right afterwards you heard him say “Hey Midoriya”

Wait what?

Did he just say? Nope he didn’t, he did not just say Midoriya. He did not just say the name of the boy you and Mina had an ENTIRE conversation about.

It felt like the world was spinning. Your hands became sweaty and you almost dropped the case with your hero outfit.

You glanced towards Mina and she had the same expression as you, eyes wide, jaw dropped and face pale. The two of you turned our heads and unfortunately there he was. Your best friend, green messy hair, worn out old red shoes, and an almost identical facial expression as you. Except instead of all the color draining from his face, it turned bright red.

He awkwardly smiled and waved his trembling hand. You reverted your head and stared at the floor; you couldn’t look anyone in the eyes.

How long was he behind you? How much did he hear? You didn’t want to ask, you were too mortified to find out.

In your grief you didn’t realize that you had reached the girls locker room. You and Mina quickly ran inside and you sighed the tiniest bit of relief now that Midoriya was gone.

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Heroics class was starting and you had barely spoken to anyone since the incident. Your mind hadn’t stopped racing. You played over what happened on the way here over and over again, trying to figure out how much he might have heard.

The only way you were safe from dying of embarrassment was if he only heard that last bit of the conversation where Mina had replaced your last name for his. If anything you could just play that off as Mina joking around or something.

You couldn’t gain the courage to go over and ask him cause there was a pretty high chance he heard EVERYTHING. He however, did have the courage to go over to you. You noticed him walking towards you and your insides felt like they are about to explode.

“Hey y/n” he said as he played with one of the gloves of his costume. You were surprised he wasn’t the same shade as a tomato right now. You on the other hand, we’re the shade of a tomato.

“H-hi Midoriya” you studdered.

He continued to fidget with his glove, “So about what happened earlier”

NO! No no no no! You were not ready for this. You did not want to talk about this right now.

“About what you said to Ashido, I . . “

“How much did you hear?” You had to know, it was eating you alive.

“Um well, a lot of it”

SHIT! Red alert! He knows, I repeat, he knows you like him.

“Oh yea right” you awkwardly giggled. “That was um, just uh. . . “

“All right class, let’s get started” All might interrupted.

“Today we will be working on close combat. You will all be in groups of two and we will take turns one at a time, so your classmates can observe and critique your work.”

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Thankfully Heroics went by smoothly after your little, but very awkward, conversation with Izuku.

You didn’t speak to him the next day at school either. You didn’t know what to say and you were terrified of what he would say about what he heard. Others had noticed too, it was odd that you two weren’t holding hands or had your arms linked let alone not looked at each other.

Once you headed back to the dorms you spent the entire afternoon in your room just like the day before. Midoriya even tried to talk to you. He knocked on the door and asked if he could come in but you said you were in the middle of an assignment. Which was a lie and he knew it because you had finished all your work during free period. You were just too scared to even look at him let alone talk to him.

You didn’t leave your room until Sero came and practically dragged you downstairs for movie night.

You heard a knock on your door and prayed it wasn’t Izuku. “Hey y/n, it’s Sero”

You sighed and got up from your bed to open the door, “Hey.” He saw your tired eyes, “are you ok?”

You realized he saw right through you and replied “yea I’m good just kinda freaked out about something,” His face fell and filled with worry, “do you want to talk about it?”

“Not really, its kinda personal and embarrassing, you replied.

Sero knew not to push you. You tended to have a hard time opening up and if he kept asking you would end up never telling him, or anyone at all. “Oh ok, but if you ever wanna talk I’m all ears,” he sympathized. “Wait, I almost forgot the whole reason I came up here. We’re gonna start the movie soon.”

Crap. You completely forgot it was Friday, and Friday was movie night. Where everyone sits in the common room and watches a movie. The movie night where you cuddled with your best friend on the couch every week. The best friend that you have a crush on. The same best friend that now knows that you like him, and might like you back but you're still not sure because there is no proof.

“Ummm ya know I don’t think I can make it to movie night I have a lot of work to do” you lied.

“But didn’t you finish all your work during your free period? Remember you put your feet on the desk when you were done and Iida scolded you for descracing school property.” He replied.

Damn, he was there for that?

“Oh Yea, so I guess I am free,” you said with a fake cheery attitude as you fumbled with your bracelets. You grabbed your phone, turned off the lights and followed Sero down to the common room.

Once you two reached the living room you noticed that everyone was seated ready to play the film. There were two empty spaces to sit. One of them was right between Midoryia and Jiro. You couldn’t sit next to him and cuddle for the next two hours without your brain exploding. You tried to go to the other vacant seat but sadly, Sero beat you to it.

You had no other choice. You slowly made your way to the couch and plopped down in the empty spot as the movie started. You crisscrossed your legs and played with your bracelets again. Midoryia took note of this, he knew you always played with your jewelry when you were scared or anxious. He leaned to your ear and whispered “Hey, are you ok?”

You didn’t look him in the eye. “Yea I’m good”

You hated lying to him but you couldn’t gain the courage to talk to him.

He leaned over to whisper in your ear again. “By the way, Mina was right. I do like you back.”

This was now the second time today that you felt your heart stop. You turned your head to face him. You were inches apart. “Promise?” You asked.

“I Promise.”

You both smiled as your cheeks turned pink. You leaned into him and wrapped your arms around his waist as he put his arm around you and pulled your closer.

He kissed the top of your head, “I missed this.” It may sound cheesy, but your insides felt like they were filled with butterflies.

“I missed this too”

Over on the other side of the couch a smug looking Mina whispered to Jiro, “I knew it.”

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[prettytoxicrevolver]

Crush | Karl Jacobs

Requested? Certainly by me

Warnings? Nope

Summary: You and Karl admit your feelings for each other under the night sky

Word Count: 1,432

This was not how you wanted to spend another Friday night.

For what felt like the millionth Friday in a row, you were spending it at home doing absolutely nothing. You had decided to put on endless episodes of Say Yes to the Dress and stuff your face full of food until you ultimately fell asleep on the couch.

“Girl!! Stop listening to your family that dress is gorgeous!!” you yell, throwing a piece of popcorn at the TV screen.

As you sit and watch another girl happily pick another dress and cry into her family’s arms, you pick up your phone. Your brain subconsciously finds its way to associate Karl with anything you're doing once more. You scroll through your notifications before ending up in yours and Karl’s text messages.

“Yeah okay,”

Was the last sarcastic text Karl had graced you with. You end up scrolling through your conversation, an unknowing smile growing on your lips as you look through the texts between you and the boy you had the biggest crush on possible. You reach a point where the texts become too much, too much of you wanting Karl by your side instead of just living in your phone and you throw the device down next to you.

You reach for the remote, knowing if another episode of Say Yes to the Dress plays you’ll go insane and start to flip through the channels. Endless reruns of 90’s shows pop up, and you’re left to flip through the movie selections when one catches your eye.

You click on A Cinderella Story, one of yours and your best friends favorites as middle schoolers, and let the intro play on your big screen. The movie starts to play out and you reach for your phone once more. You don’t realize what you’re doing until the text sends, and a realization passes over you. You had just late-night texted your crush and close friend, and now you had to wait.

It felt like hours had gone by since you had texted Karl with no chance of a response. You sunk straight into your couch cushions, giving up on the idea entirely. After a Cinderella Story had played, one romance movie after another was playing and you had fallen in.

It was a bad habit when romance movies ended up on your screen. You always ended up with food half in your mouth, sitting in an uncomfortable position to anyone else, and yelling at the screen. Your heart simultaneously breaking and melting because how could someone not fall for all of that gooey romantic stuff? And yet, you were all alone.

As the second movie shuts off, you flop back onto the couch, your thoughts filled with Karl and all things about your best friend and longtime crush. However, your thoughts start to mix up and you can’t help the image of a chapel overlooking the ocean to fill your mind, you and Karl standing before it.

You shake the image from your head, audibly telling yourself to get a grip before you make another dumb move. You get up out of bed, pacing your room for a moment as you try and shake your feelings and thoughts free of Karl.

You swore he was going to be the death of you. The shaggy-haired brunette who was all smiles and loud giggles had stolen his way into your heart so fast you could barely blink before it all happened. His affinity for physical touch made everything worse, knowing how easily you fell under his spell whenever he was around.

Just as you’re about to plop back down on your bed you hear something smack against your window. Your stop in your tracks, your head turning slowly as you wait for the sound to repeat. Once it does, you carefully head over to your window, pulling up the blinds and leaning as close as possible to lookout.

Just as you look around, you hear the noise and realize someone is throwing rocks at your window. Like, old school, in the movies, two stories beneath, throwing rocks at your window to get your attention.

You pull your window open, ducking your head out to see who it is and your best friend grins widely up at you. Your heart does a backflip, and you decide right on the spot that this is easily the most romantic thing someone has ever done and you’re not even dating him.

“What are you doing?” you shout whisper.

“Come down here,” he yells up.

“No, come up here!” you tell him and you’re both giggling loudly as you talk.

“Come down here!” he shouts doubling over as he laughs. “I have a surprise.”

You laugh loudly, nodding and telling him that you’ll be down in a minute. You change into something cute but comfortable before grabbing your phone and wallet. You race downstairs and out the front door. You whip around trying to find Karl when a pair of arms wrap around your waist making you shriek in surprise.

“K-Karl!!” you yell out as he spins you around.

“Surprise!” he yells and you wrap your arms around his neck as he sets you down.

“You’re the surprise?” you ask grinning and half giggling.

“Sorta. Come on,” he says now grabbing your hands and pulling you towards his car.

The two of you get in and Karl heads out without a word. You knew no matter where you were headed, you were fine with whatever. The two of you talk about whatever comes to mind, you telling him about the riveting season of Say Yes to the Dress you had just binge-watched, and Karl giggles loudly next to you.

Somehow throughout the drive, Karl’s hand finds its way to yours, intertwining like you’ve been doing this for years. He squeezes it lightly whenever he ends up giggling, no doubt one of the most endearing things you’ve noticed about the older boy.

Finally, after what feels like thirty years of driving, Karl parks in what looks like an abandoned park. You offer him a confused look but he simply drags you out of the car with a mischievous smile placed on his lips. You’re about to ask him what he’s up to and what you’re doing there in the practical middle of the night when you see it.

“Holy-” you breathe out.

Beyond the abandoned park was a field of wildflowers, flowing lightly in the breeze. The night backdrop falls behind them, a shadow of darkness bringing out the beauty of the flowers. As the wind flows through and you focus on the nature around you you don’t realize Karl moving closer to you.

He lifts one hand up, extending a finger to touch your chin, and pushes your head backward slightly. Your eyes follow upwards and when they land on the stars above you you gasp quietly. You don’t notice the grin that spreads on Karl’s lips when he sees your smile, knowing your endless love for the constellations that littered the night sky.

“C’mere,” he says and pulls you over to his car.

He helps you up on the hood and the two of you lay side by side, arms down to legs attached as you gaze over the numerous stars offering beauty to the world. You extend a hand upwards, tracing a constellation as your heart beats erratically.

“Orion’s belt,” you tell him and Karl reaches up too, linking your pinkies as you trace the constellation once more.

When your hands fall, Karl pulls your hand over to him, effectively tugging you closer. You turn to face him, your right hand coming up to carefully push through his bangs. Your eyes trail his hair as you mess with his curls, wrapping a piece around your finger before letting it fall.

“Hey,” Karl says, pulling your eyes to him.

He reaches up, resting his hand on your cheek and you feel every inch of his skin on yours, the heartbeat of his fingertips as they pound against your cheeks, matching your nervous blush. He leans up, pressing his lips to yours and you meet his kiss, slipping your hand to his cheek and falling further into his touch.

You fall in perfect sync practically down to your heart beats and when you pull away, Karl keeps you close. A smile is evident on his gorgeous features. He pulls you in, pressing his face into your neck and you feel the light giggle that slips out of his mouth, both of you feeling the love and contentment in each other’s arms.

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[scuttle-buttle]

Chapter 8

WC: 1533

Rated: E

Chapter Tags: domestic fluff, anxiety, alcohol consumption

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Tuesday afternoon had you and Laszlo working in his office. He sat behind his desk grading quizzes while you worked to transcribe one of his notebooks. Tchaikovsky played quietly over the bluetooth speaker he had on the bookshelf. You had once mentioned that he was your favorite composer, so Laszlo had taken to playing his work frequently during office hours.

Pausing to take a sip of the now-room temperature tea he had brought you, you notice a low humming noise. Turning in the chair you watch your doctor. His eyebrows are scrunched in concentration. He wears the little round reading glasses that make him look old-fashioned and sophisticated. He shakes his head lightly before marking an answer wrong on the paper he holds. But what strikes you most of all, is that he is softly humming along to the music in his deep baritone. He’s actually quite good with his pitch.

“I’ve never heard you sing.”

He looks up at you from over the spectacles. “Pardon?”

“You should sing more often, you have a lovely voice.”

A deep crimson blush spreads on the apples of his cheeks. Laszlo was not one to be embarrassed easily, but sometimes the most inconsequential or mundane things like this would do the trick. He opens his mouth to no doubt give a witty and defensive response when someone knocks on the door.

“Come in,” he states. He isn’t expecting anyone, but there is an essay coming soon so it wouldn’t surprise him if a student wants to get ahead on their planning. The heavy mahogany door clicks and swings open.

“Hello Laszlo. I thought it was about time that I made my way to visit you,” says a familiar feminine voice. Standing in the doorway is none other than Dr. Stratton.

Laszlo sat up and removed his glasses as she entered the office. In the busyness of the last few weeks he hadn’t made it a point to seek her out yet. “Dr. Stratton, hello. I must say it has been quite a long time.” He smiles at seeing her, eyes lighting up.

“Oh, Laszlo, there's no need for such formalities. I’m no stranger that you can’t call me by my name.” Karen waves her hand in a dismissive manner. She then turns in your direction with a smile. “And you my dear, I didn’t expect to see you here?”

“Ah, sorry Dr. Stratton, it must have slipped my mind last time - I’m a TA for uh- Dr. Kreizler.” You almost slip up and call him Laszlo, but catch your tongue at the last possible second. It doesn’t shock you that the two doctors know each other. They both worked in the same field and had lived in central Europe in overlapping times. You’re happy to see two people you think highly of reacquainted.

You miss the confused glance that Laszlo sports between yourself and Dr. Stratton. The two of you obviously knew each other, but how? Karen had been in Vienna for years. Why would she know who you were? How small a world was it that his previous romantic partner and current one knew each other? His curiosity gets the better of him. “Forgive me, but are you two acquainted?” he asks.

“Yeah, I had Dr. Stratton my freshman year for intro psych. I told you about it on my first day, don’t you remember?”

“She was a fantastic student, Laszlo. You would have loved having her in one of your classes. She always had such well thought out ideas to contribute.”

He at least has the decency to look sheepish when he admits that it must have slipped his mind. In truth he hadn’t paid you much attention the first day. He made the effort to learn your name and that was the extent to which he cared at the time.

Dr. Stratton pipes up again. “I only have a moment but I wanted to invite you for drinks later this week so we can catch up. I have some new ideas I’d love to share with you.”

“That sounds wonderful. Please let me know when you would like to and I would be delighted.” The prospect excites Laszlo. It really had been so long since he last spoke to Karen.

“Of course, I’ll see you then.” She nods to Laszlo and gives you a grin and a wave as she leaves. The door clicks behind her.

“Oh-hoo you’ve got a date Laz, should I be worried?” you tease.

He gives you a deadpan look before realizing you are joking. He gives a slight frown. “Karen and I are old friends and colleagues, nothing more.” And previous lovers, which he omits.

“Alright, loverboy,” you quip, turning back to the notebook and laptop.

He finds himself discomforted by your joke. Perhaps he should tell you about Karen… Nevertheless, he tramps down the feeling and gets back to work.

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“So why was it that Laszlo couldn’t join us tonight? He was not very forthcoming in his message.” John asks as he sets down your drinks. The three of you were sat at a small corner booth at the tavern you frequented on Friday nights. The evening was young; only a few patrons were there playing pool and having a round.

“He’s out with another professor catching up. They haven’t seen each other in years.” You take a large swig of your lager, the hoppy flavor of the brew coating your tongue. “He almost didn’t go but I insisted that I would survive alone with you two,” you chuckle.

John looks at you over his own glass. “And did he say who he’s with?”

“Dr. Stratton from the psych department.”

“Oh. I see.” John shifts his gaze around, his features going awkward at the information. He makes brief eye contact with Sara before darting them away again. Sara purses her lips, her doe eyes giving nothing away. The tense pause stirs something within you.

“What?” John needles at your question, a slight downturn of his lips as if to say he wasn’t sure what you meant. Sara sips her drink and watches the encounter. “What are you not telling me?”

John scratches at his chin. Sara steps in this time. “It’s nothing, John is just up to usual worrisome self,” she tries to dismiss.

Her answer doesn’t satisfy you. “Please don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m not exactly inclined to believe you.” Facing John, you continue. “You look like you’ve eaten something that tastes horrible, you’re hesitant to look me in the eye, and you rubbed your jaw when I asked. You’re a terrible liar, John,” you accuse. You aren’t upset, but his sudden inability to speak causes anxiety to bubble in your gut.

He huffs. “You’re beginning to sound just like him, you know.” He quirks a brow at you, annoyed. “Laszlo and Karen have a… long history. As friends and colleagues, of course. They were very close for a while,” he tacks on. He wants to be forthcoming with you, but knows it isn’t his place to actually disclose Laszlo’s relationship with her.

“Oh.” you nod. Your anxiety begins to dissipate at the explanation. “I mean I’m not surprised by it, they both lived near each other for a while in Europe. I’m sure they ran in the same academic circles. Frankly, I’m glad he’s getting to catch up with her, he needs more friends than just us,” you laugh at Sara’s ‘cheers to that’ comment. “Anyways, how’s your week been?” you ask to change the subject.

The night comes to an end soon after; the tone shifted after you retired from the conversation about Laszlo’s absence. You caught a cab back to his home. He had given you a spare key in case you wanted to come over at any time, whether to study in peace or to just be there. He wasn't sure when he would get back, but he did ask for you to wait for him.

Getting ready for bed you chance a look at the clock. It was nearing midnight. Laszlo was still out, which was somewhat uncharacteristic of him, but you figure that he’s just got a lot to talk about with Dr. Stratton. You send a text to check in, but get no response.

As you lay in bed you find your thoughts wandering back to the conversation with John and Sara. “A long history; very close for a while…” plays on repeat in your head. You hadn’t thought anything of it at the time, but now it nags at you like a gnat swirling your head in the summertime. Surely nothing happened between the two? Laszlo would have told you. There’s no doubt he knew she was back, given that she’s in his department at the university. And you trust Dr. Stratton, she’s been a great support system and even a friend to you. If the two had been involved he would have let you know, you conclude. Besides, you and the doctor were happy, so even if they had been a thing at one point it surely wouldn’t matter now.

Right?

By the time you finally fall asleep Laszlo still hasn’t come home.

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[fruitcoops]

If you feel up to it can we pretty please get some more pre-coops PT sessions?

Oh, pre-Coops pining, I missed you. This is slightly different (and a bit fluffier) than the other fics. I hope you enjoy it all the same! Coops credit goes to @lumosinlove <3

TW for mild sickness (coughing, sneezing, etc) and mentioned ankle injury

Deep breaths, deep breaths, deep breaths, Sirius repeated in his head as he limped down the hallway, grimacing each time his crutches slipped on the freshly-waxed floor. It had been weeks since his last flare-up and as much as he hated the idea of losing a chance to see Remus, he hated the thought of waiting any longer to be back on the ice.

Sirius paused just outside the PT door to collect his thoughts. They had been doing this for months, but even the memory of Remus’ gentle hands on him still made his breath catch in his chest. He rested his forehead on the doorjamb with a sigh. I’m hopeless.

He frowned when he saw the closed door—Remus liked to keep it open, so anyone could pop in and say hello when they passed by. It was one of Sirius’ favorite things about him.

“Who is it?” a gruff voice called from inside when Sirius knocked cautiously. That’s definitely not Remus.

“Uh, Sirius Black?”

The door swung open and Moody gave him a quick once-over, raising an eyebrow. “You’re not scheduled until Tuesday.”

“My ankle is flaring up,” Sirius said, glancing over Moody’s shoulder toward the desk by the wall. All of Remus’ things were still there, thankfully. “I was hoping Loops could take a look before the weekend.”

Moody grunted and let him in the rest of the way. “Lupin’s out today, but I��ll poke around and see what I can do. Have you been doing your stretches?”

“Yes.”

“All of them?”

“Yes.” The mere thought of disappointing Remus almost made him nauseous.

“Good.” Moody continued mapping his foot and ankle, keeping a careful eye out for any signs of pain.

“Where is Remus, by the way? Is he okay?” Sirius did his best to stop the worry from leaking into his voice.

“Got some sort of flu. Dumb kid takes the bus everywhere, so I’m not surprised.” Despite his harsh words, Moody had a fond look on his face. “He tried coming in, actually, but his voice was shot and he kept sneezing so I made him stay home. With the weekend, he’s got three days to recover.”

Relief slowed Sirius’ racing heart. “Good to know. Does he need soup or anything?”

Moody shrugged as he straightened up and patted Sirius’ knee. “Ask him yourself. Number’s on the board if you don’t already have it. Your ankle just needs some ice and ibuprofen, by the way—don’t stop using your crutches until next Friday.”

“Thanks, Moody.”

“See you around, Cap.”

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As soon as practice finished, Sirius pulled his phone out of his pocket and proceeded to stare at Remus’ contact information for the next seven full minutes. Finally, he thumped his forehead on the steering wheel and pressed New Message.

Message To: Loops

Are you okay?

Moody said you were sick

A few seconds passed without a response and Sirius’ good leg began bouncing up and down. “This was stupid,” he muttered to himself. “This was so stupid.”

His screen lit up.

New Message From: Loops

Hey! I’m a little under the weather, nbd

Thanks for asking : )

“Oh my god,” Sirius whispered, holding his hand over his mouth. “Why did I do this?”

Message To: Loops

Yeah no problem

Do you need anything? It’s not safe to drive yourself

I have soup

Sirius groaned aloud and flopped forward again. “No shit, Black, everybody has soup.”

His phone was silent for a few moments before three dots appeared, blinked, and vanished. It happened two more times, until Sirius’ heart threatened to escape via his throat.

New Message From: Loops

That sounds really nice, thank you : )

A link popped up below the text; an address. His address. Sirius’ cheeks started to hurt and he realized he was smiling wider than he had since they last won a game, quickly starting the car and turning out of the parking lot.

Making canned soup wasn’t difficult—for the first time, he followed every letter of the instructions on the can. Burning it was not an option. Ten minutes and a warm Tupperware later, he was back on the road and following Google Maps down the busy avenues of downtown Gryffindor.

Remus’ apartment building was almost as cute as he was, but maybe that was just Sirius’ smitten brain throwing a party over the fact that he finally got to see it. Bright yellow with brick siding, it rose many stories above the street, and he hurried up the concrete steps to the porch, where a small buzzer sat.

Fenwick, Benjamin

Fortescue, Alice

Lovegood

Lupin, Remus

Sirius pressed the button. There was a crackle, a hiss, and finally a croaky, “hello?”

“Remus? Hey, it’s Sirius. Um, I brought your soup,” he stammered, suddenly tongue-tied.

“Oh.” Surprise laced the congested voice on the other end. “Oh! Okay, yeah, thank you. Come on up. Did I send you my apartment number?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Ugh, sorry. My brain is toast.” The buzzer clicked.

Sirius bit his lip and pressed it again. “Loops?”

“Yeah?”

“Your apartment number?”

“Oh my god,” Remus laughed. “I’m so sorry. It’s 6B, and the elevators just got repaired last week so you should be fine.”

“Merci.” Sirius opened the front door and carefully balanced his Tupperware on one forearm as he called the elevator and headed toward the sixth floor. Tinny music played through the speakers—if he strained his ears, it almost sounded like the Bee Gees.

The ride was quick; soon, Sirius was waiting outside a plain apartment door with his hand raised to knock, steeling himself to see Remus face-to-face. With a sharp inhale, he tapped his knuckles on the wood and stepped back.

The silver doorknob turned and then Remus was there, leaning on the doorframe in pajamas and fuzzy socks as he winced at the bright sunlight from the hall. His nose was bright red and his eyes were glassy with dark circles underneath; his soft curls stuck up in a cowlick on one side, but he smiled at Sirius all the same. “Hey.”

“Hi.” Sirius swallowed around the dryness of his throat and held the Tupperware out. “It’s chicken noodle.”

Remus blinked, then lit up when he saw the soup. “Thank you so much!”

“Ne rien. I’m sorry you’re sick.”

“It’s not your fault,” Remus said with a shrug. “I’d invite you in, but—wait, aren’t you supposed to be on crutches?”

Sirius blushed. “I couldn’t carry the soup with them. It’s just a few minutes.”

“If this wasn’t the sweetest thing ever, I’d lay into you about proper procedure,” Remus teased, reaching out. Their fingers brushed and Sirius winced a little at how cold he was. Would a hug be out of order? Remus curled his hands around the base of the container and sighed at the warmth. “God, I didn’t even know I was hungry until you brought this.”

“Glad I could help.” He could feel his pulse in his toes. “I should probably let you eat then, eh?”

That perfect crooked smile slipped a little. “Yeah, probably. I don’t want to get you sick, too.”

“Always looking out for me.” The smile returned and Sirius whooped internally. “Text me if you need anything else, okay?”

“You got it, Ca—" Remus sneezed into his elbow, then waved him off as they both burst out laughing. “Alright, alright, get outta here.”

Sirius made it halfway to the elevators before a thought struck him; Remus’ door was almost closed, and something jolted in his stomach. “Wait!” he called before he could think about it.

Remus poked his head around the edge of the door, looking confused and a little hopeful. Sirius wanted to wrap him up in a blanket and cuddle him until he felt better, then kiss him all over his flushed face. I’ll make you soup whenever you ask. “Yeah?”

“I—I missed you today. When I went in for a checkup. It was weird having Moody mess with my foot.”

The edges of Remus’ eyes crinkled gently, making his freckles pop. “Missed you, too. See you Tuesday?”

“See you Tuesday.”

“Thanks again for the soup, Sirius.”

The noise that almost slipped out of his mouth when Remus said his name would have been wildly embarrassing—thankfully, Sirius managed to swallow it down and offer a mock-salute with a smile instead. He didn’t stop grinning all the way home.

[momentsbeforemass]

The bad and the stupid

“You acted out of ignorance.”

It’s the heart of Peter’s speech in today’s first reading. A speech that’s the most amazing response to the very people who were clamoring for Jesus to be killed on Good Friday.

In a moment when anyone else would have lashed out in anger. Maybe even called down the wrath of God. The worst thing that Peter says to them is, “you acted out of ignorance, just as your leaders did.” And then calls them back to God.

Peter is following the example of the risen Christ in today’s Gospel. Reaching out in forgiveness, with a second chance for the very ones who did the greatest harm.

Which flies right in the face of something that lot of us tell ourselves – that we’ve done too much, that we’re too far gone. That there’s no way God could forgive someone like me. That there’s no way God could love someone who’s doing what I’m doing.

If you’re hearing that in your thoughts or in your heart, that’s not coming from God.

That is one of the Enemy’s most common lies to us. That there’s something about us that’s just so defective, so disordered. That we’ve done something so wrong, so bad. That not even God will have anything to do with us.

Let’s unpack that. First, you’re not defective, you’re not disordered. You and I may use our free will badly at times (if you’re like me, it’s probably a lot more often than you want to). But the fact that you and I do use our free will badly doesn’t make us defective or disordered.

Who do you think made us with free will? And it’s the possibility of us using that free will for literally anything (including the bad and the stupid) that also makes it possible for you and me to use that free will for the kind, the good, the just, the holy. It makes it possible for us to love.

And it means that when we chose to love, it really means something. Because it’s a free choice. It didn’t have to happen.

Because He made us, God knows all of this about us. He knows that you and I are going to get it wrong. That sometimes we will use our free will for the bad and the stupid.

And, as we see in today’s readings, when we do – when the bad and the stupid happens, and we’re the reason why – God doesn’t throw up His hands and say, “That’s it, I’ve had enough of you people! We are done.”

Instead, what needs to be playing on permanent repeat in your thoughts and in your heart is the heart of Reconciliation. No matter what you’ve done, God is looking at you right now and saying,

“I have known you since before you were born. I have always loved you and I always will. I made you and called you for a purpose. You are my beloved. Let’s try it again, together.”

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