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lyricalporcupine · 3 years

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Talking about how much they love the other to friends/family pls 😊

Here ya go! I did both Yasha and Beau and there is a time skip. I also got carried away with Beau’s part so oops lmao

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“You’re such a fucking sap,” Molly cajoled.

Yasha smirked and shoved her friend, causing him to stumble a bit on the street. He laughed as he regained his balance and turned around to face Yasha, walking backwards without regard to the other people.

“It’s true, darling,” he drawled with his own smirk.

Yasha felt herself flush and knew her face was red to the tips of her pointed ears. “She makes me happy,” Yasha said simply with a shrug and soft smile.

“Ugh,” Molly exclaimed, turning with a flourish that allowed Yasha close the small distance between them to allow them to walk side by side again. “Why?”

Yasha’s soft smile grew. “She’s strong. She’s really funny. She’s smart as hell. She’s honest,” Yasha said with a chuckle, “even if it hurts.”

“She’s an asshole,” Molly countered, to which Yasha laughed.

“I like that she’s an asshole,” Yasha said with a shrug.

Molly smirked at her. “You would.”

Yasha bumped his shoulder and he bumped hers in return.

“Anything else,” Molly asked after a few moments. “What else attracts you to the grumpy one?”

Yasha was silent for a while, hands shoved into her coat pockets. She was quiet for so long that Molly figured she wasn’t going to answer. But then, softly, Yasha said, “She makes me feel safe.”

Molly stared up at his friend. He knew exactly what that meant for her and how important it was. He finally realized that, to Yasha, Beau meant something so precious to her. Something Yasha had been looking for for years that Molly himself had tried to give her. Beau, to Yasha, meant home.

He huffed, his breath drifting up in front of him as steam in the cold air. He linked his arm through Yasha’s and pushed into her side. “You love her.” It wasn’t a question.

Yasha gave a small nod. “So much.”

Molly heaved a dramatic sigh. “Does this mean I can’t tease her anymore,” he asked with a pout.

Yasha chuffed. “She’d probably think you were sick if you didn’t bicker.”

“Well I am all about keeping up appearances,” he said with a self important sniffle.

Yasha laughed outright. “You’re an asshole,”’she said with all the affection she could muster for the tiefling. Which was quite a lot.

“Yes, I am,” he agreed happily. Then he smiled up at her. “But you like assholes. Remember?”

Yasha smirked down at him before kissing him on his horn. “Yes, I do.”

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It was a rare event that Beau visited her parents. She hated doing it, mostly because of her father. But she went, at least once a month, just to see TJ. Beau’s disdain for her parents wasn’t his fault and Beau hoped, that by spending time with him that he wouldn’t pick up their shitty attitude. As the years trudged on, TJ, thankfully, didn’t seem to be anything like their father.

Instead, much to their parents’ chagrin, TJ had instead picked up his sister’s mannerisms, quick wit, and snark. And as a pre-teen, it was only getting worse. Or better, if you asked Beau, who encouraged him.

Despite this, their parents would allow TJ to visit his sister for a week or so, mainly during the summer while school was out. He’d pack a bag and all but run to her car when she showed up and throw himself at her.

Now they sat on the floor of Beau and Yasha’s living room, playing a racing game TJ brought with him. They were neck and neck, tied in their wins. This was the last race and as

Beau was poised for a victory, Yasha walked out of the bedroom and kissed the top of Beau’s head, which caused her to completely forget the game and crash into a wall as she turned her attention to her fiancé.

“I’m meeting Molly,” she said as she checked her purse. Yasha wore a sun dress, something she didn’t often wear, and turned to smile at Beau and TJ when he turned to look at her after crossing the finish line. “I’ll be back later. I was thinking burgers for dinner?”

TJ’s face lit up. “And milkshakes,” he asked hopefully.

Yasha smiled and walked over to ruffle his slightly curly and very shaggy hair. “Only if you let Beau win,” Yasha teased.

“Oh, nevermind then,” he said and turned back to the tv.

“You little asshole,” Beau said with a laugh.

“Beau!”

“What,” Beau asked defensively. “He knows I’m kidding!”

“I know she’s kidding,” TJ echoed.

Yasha sighed and bent to kiss Beau. “Behave,” she said as she headed for the door.

An echo of “No!” followed her out the door.

Beau and TJ smiled at each other as he picked a new game and Beau set her controller aside, content to watch him play.

“Dad says you’re engaged,” TJ said as he got up and shuffled through his games. He looked over at Beau as she relocated to the couch.

“Yuppers,” she replied. “I was gonna talk to you about that, actually.” She smiled at him and asked, “Want to be a ring bearer?”

“I can’t be your best man,” he asked with a grin.

Beau laughed and raised up her arm, flattening her hand, palm down. “Sorry, you gotta be be at least this tall.”

He glared and flipped her off. She only laughed harder which caused him to smile. “Sure, I can be a ring bearer.”

“Excellent,” Beau said. “Yasha will be thrilled I finally asked.”

“When’s the wedding,” he asked as he finished picking a game and came to sit beside his sister, picking up his controller on the way.

“Next fall,” Beau answered. “Yasha likes the colors.”

“Neat,” TJ replied. “You and Yasha have been together a long time.”

Beau chuckled. “You sound like my friends. They think it’s overdue.”

TJ shrugged. “Maybe they’re right.”

Beau shrugged back. “Eh, we got there in the end. All that matters.”

“You inviting Dad,” TJ asked.

“Well if you and Mom are gonna be there, kinda have to invite the old man, too,” Beau said.

“I could accidentally on purpose break his leg so he has to stay home,” TJ offered.

Beau laughed. “Then you and Mom would have to stay home and take care of him.” She gave him a sideways smile. “Thanks for the offer, though, little brother.”

“Anytime,” he said with a laugh. “So, who asked who?”

Beau smiled and flashed her left hand and waggled her fingers until TJ turned to look at the small blue diamond on her ring finger. “She did.”

TJ looked at the ring then up at is sister. “She has poor taste.”

Beau’s mood fell a bit. “Like you’re some ring expert.”

“Not the ring,” he said. “You.”

Beau made a squawking noise and shoved TJ’s shoulder. “Fuck you!”

He laughed as he fell onto his side. “Fuck you, back!” He never paused in his game.

TJ eventually sat back and smiled. “So,how did you know?”

“How did I know what,” Beau asked.

“How did you know she was ‘the one,’” he asked, laying his controller down to air quote.

Beau smirked. “Really want to know? It’s sappy shit.”

TJ shrugged. “I mean. I did ask.”

“Fair.” Beau repositioned herself and draped her leg over the couch arm. “I always thought she was hot, ya know?”

“She is very pretty,” TJ cut in.

Beau smirked. “I’ll be sure to tell her you said that.”

TJ whipped around to face Beau, his dark skin turning darker with a blush. “Don’t you fucking dare!”

Beau laughed and gently nudged him. “Don’t be a shit and maybe I won’t.” TJ pouted at her and Beau laughed harder. “Anyway. She’s always been hot. And she’s sweet as hell. A literal fucking angel, ya know?”

TJ was nodded like he did, in fact, know.

“But there was a moment, so fucking small, that sealed the deal,” Beau said with a dreamy sigh.

“What was it,” TJ asked, finally pausing his game and turned to Beau, wholly focused on her and the story now.

“We’d been dating for a few months,” Beau continued. “And while out doing some errands, we decided, on a whim, to stop at this antiques store. Nothing there caught my eye,” Beau said before quickly standing and heading over to a bookshelf next to the tv. It held books, of course, but also a few knick knacks. Beau reached for a small clay figurine of a dog, one of a set of five, and turned back to TJ.

“She bought this set of dog figures,” Beau said, a dopey grin on her face. “She had been so excited to have found them. As excited as if they’d been real dogs.” Still holding the figure, Beau walked back over to the couch and sat down and handed the dog to TJ to look at. “You don’t really remember, cause you were still pretty little, but Yasha used to be really standoffish. She was quiet and didn’t talk much.” Beau smiled at her brother. “You fell in love with her immediately, nearly forgetting all about me when we came to visit.”

TJ blushed at Beau’s words.

Beau smiled warmly at him. “That was one of the first times she really came out of her shell.” Beau’s eyes slid shut as she recalled the memory, a large grin on her face. “She was so beautiful in that moment.” Beau’s eyes opened but she didn’t seem to really see TJ in front of her, still lost in her memories. Then she blinked and her eyes focused. “It was one of the cutest fucking things I’d ever seen. The way she lit up, little brother. Brighter than the sun.

“That’s when I knew I would spend the rest of my life with her.”

She smiled at her brother, who simply stared back. He finally handed back the clay dog and nodded. “You were right.”

Beau took the figure and cradled it to her chest. “About what?”

“It really was sappy shit.” Then he smiled at her.

Beau launched from her spot and tackled him, lightly pinching his shoulder as she sat on him.

They eventually came apart, laughing and sweaty from their tussle. Beau put the figure back on the shelf, grateful it didn’t break, and sat back on the couch. TJ went back to his game and they were content in their silence.

Finally TJ said, “I’m really happy you have Yasha. And I’m happy she has you, too.”

Bea smiled and ruffled TJ’s hair. “And I’m happy you’re here, too. We both love you.”

“Ugh,” TJ groaned. “Stop.”

Beau laughed and turned back towards the tv, happy with how her life had shaped up to be.

#beauyasha #lyricalporcupine #yasha nydoorin #beauregard lionett #porcupine writes #beauyasha fanfiction #tj lionett #mollymauk tealeaf

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gxldenflower · 3 years

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Random Bruce Banner Headcanons

NOTE: Originally posted on my ao3, supposedly_archer, on December 3rd, 2020. Both the summary and A/N are copied & pasted

Summary: An eclectic assortment of different headcanons that I have for Bruce Banner

A/N: I'm in love with Bruce Banner. That's all folks.

Warnings: Brief mentions of anxiety and mental health

Tags: @9zoria9, @thebookbakery

Word Count: 994

•He has no clue how to put contact lenses in

•He doesn’t want to either, because turning into the hulk while wearing contacts sounds like a fucking nightmare and a half

•His hands are. So soft????? It makes zero sense because he’s always working with his hands and it’s just kinda jarring to everyone

•He always has a small thing of lotion from Bath and Body Works on his person. If you need emergency peppermint-scented lotion, he’s your man

•Stretch marks all across his body. He’s pretty insecure about them but he’s bonded with Nat over their shared insecurities

•He has a soft little tummy. He used to be insecure because he knows he’s being compared to his teammates who look like they inject steroids every four hours, but when Thor drunkenly told him that, “it was the cutest thing he’d ever seen,” he decided that he could care less about his stomach.

•Cute little tummy with stretch marks

•Dad jokes 24/7

•Tony’s lost count of the number of times he’s wanted to bang his head against a wall because of Bruce’s stupid fucking jokes

•Bruce laughs at his own jokes as well

•He’s also the friend who laughs at your joke when no one else does

•A literal Walking Human Space Heater

•And he’s not like. Sweltering hot. It’s like a blanket on a chilly fall day kind of warmth

•Bruce is a cuddler. Literally clings to anything and anyone he can find when he’s sleeping

•Will sometimes sleep with a stuffed animal that Thor got him for his birthday one year

•Speaking of Thor

•This man clings to him like a goddamn koala while he walks around

•Thor will just be sipping his coffee in the morning and Bruce will just be hanging off of him

•Occasionally does it to Steve as well

•And a couple of times with Nat when they got drunk together one night

• Both Bucky and Sam have allowed him to do it as well but neither will admit it

•He’s fluent in ASL and is constantly bickering with Clint about the smallest things

•Doesn’t like coffee that much

•If he drinks it, it has to have as much cream, milk, sugar as possible

• Idk how coffee works I’m like 80% sure that’s what you put in coffee

•Prefers hot chocolate

•When his hair gets long enough he’ll let Nat and Thor braid small pieces of it

•This man has the softest hair in the world. It’s a perfect mixture of silky and soft and no one knows how he does it because of how damn curly his hair is

•Has an odd obsession with squirrels

•He’s basically a Human Squirrel Factoid Machine

•No, I will not elaborate

•Has a damn good sense of style

•I mean the purple shirt and those pants in Avengers 1????? That says it all folks

•Has the dirtiest glasses known to man

•He cannot remember the last time he cleaned them

•Tony has no clue how he’s able to see

•He can’t help it. If you’re bisexual and wear glasses, they are always going to be dirty. That’s just how it be

• Tony’s an outlier

•Oh yeah Bruce is most definitely bi

•This is not me projecting, it’s canon. Taika Watiti told me himself

•Basically has a whole closet full of different weighted blankets

•Fireworks set off his anxiety and will sometimes cause panic attacks

•Goes to weekly therapy because he’s an icon who does his best to work on his mental health:)

•Meets up weekly with Stephen Strange to have tea together and gossip

•Basically has a crush on all of Avengers & Co. because he’s a Bisexual Mess (tbh same)

•Both him and Wanda do their best to work together and keep a healthy friendship

•While it’s definitely not the best, they’re both trying and it’s getting better slowly

•He has the singing voice of an angel but can’t play the piano to save his life

•Tony tried to teach him once but it ended with a loud bang of a head against the piano keys

•Hums different lullabies as he works

•Is the type of person who puts up his Christmas decorations as soon as November 1st hits and doesn’t take them down till the end of January

•Likes to paint his nails

•There’s this pretty blue color that he borrows steals from Nat a lot

•Knows how to run in high heels

•He refuses to disclose how he knows this

•Barely knows how to use his cellphone

•He owns an iPhone 4 and refuses to upgrade no matter how many times Tony begs him to

•Is constantly taking blurry photos of everything happening in the compound

•Has a photo of Sam chasing Bucky in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist

•Don’t ask

•Can’t swim and gets nervous when he’s near a large body of water

•The Avengers Local Taylor Swift Enthusiast

•Knows all of her song lyrics by heart and sings them very loudly in the shower

•He got Thor hooked on her music as well

•They’ve drunkenly sung a karaoke duet version of “Love Story” together

•Ended with a kiss make out session behind the karaoke stage

•His favorite Taylor Swift album is Speak Now

•Has a tattoo of a rose on his hip

•Owns Hulk boxers

•Tony once called him a “funky little science man” when he was drunk and Bruce burst into tears because he just loves Tony so much

•Very good kisser. Can be confirmed by Thor

•Gets along with Vision really well and goes to bookstores with him a lot

•Once called Fury “Patchy the Pirate” to his face and saw his life flash before his eyes

•Clint started choking on his sandwich as a result and Nat had to perform the Heimlich maneuver on him

•In conclusion. Bruce Banner is a funky little bisexual science man who’s in love with all of his teammates (but mainly Thor.) And he’s cute.

#bruce banner #do not be fooled by the title this is basically just thorbruce headcanons #thorbruce #marvel

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lilbabycee · 4 years

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groceries // chris evans

↳ request: If requests are open, can I have a bratty reader who openly flirts with another man in front of Chris (with some condescension and degrading calling her a whore etc)

↳ relationship: chris evans x reader

↳ word count: 1.6k

↳ author’s note: requests are open but other than that, i am still a whore thank you and goodnight x

oh here we go i’m excited:

you and chris both enjoy the domesticity of grocery shopping a little more than you’d like to admit

your pouty lips are like sugar and voice like honey when you beg him to get that candy or those cookies you love so much

he likes to pretend that he won’t cave into your pretty eyes and longing gaze by telling you “no, sweetheart” and walking right past it

but he knows he can’t resist you for long, your glassy eyes threatening tears and he can’t bear the thought of seeing you cry

(although he knows that you’re just being a brat)

and so there’s nothing sweeter than his acquiescence: “okay, baby, go back and grab it”

and you won’t ever act like it, but any public outing provides you with the prime opportunity to mess with your boyfriend

your arms are overflowing with an assortment of fruits that chris sent you ahead to get while he was looking at the wide assortment of vegetables two aisles behind you

and although you cockily insisted that you didn’t need the cart or a basket, you’re definitely regretting your unnecessary stubbornness right about now

the strawberries and the grapes fall from the bottom and your eyes fall shut as you groan loudly, ready to have to go back and get new ones when the heat of a body crowds yours and you don’t hear the telltale sound of plastic against the linoleum

you assume that it’s chris coming to save you from yourself but instead, a mop of curly black hair almost tickles your nose and a pair of pretty lips curve into a smile

he’s got these light brown eyes that come close to knocking the breath out of you and you think that he’s gorgeous

(but still not as attractive as your man)

“i think you dropped these,” he teases, lifting a thick eyebrow as his eyes flit over your face appreciatively

“yeah”, the word comes out breathless because you can’t stop looking at his face but you still manage to smile shyly

and so he tells you his name and you tell him yours and he can’t stop talking about how pretty you are

before you know it, it’s been a full fifteen minutes and chris - who told you to come back when you were done - thinks that you’ve been gone for a suspiciously long time and comes looking for you

he’s expecting to find you with your arms crossed over your chest pensively or your face between your hands because you can’t decide what you want

(either way he thinks you’re the cutest thing he’s ever seen)

but then he rounds the corner and almost trips over the cart because you’re standing at the end of the aisle next to some guy that he’s never seen before holding an armful of what he assumes is your fruit, and he can’t help the way that his brow furrows and his mouth sets in a hard line

he can’t describe the incensed feeling that grows in his chest but he knows that it’s more that jealousy because you’re letting this man stand so close to you and touch your arm like that

a part of him knows that it’s the lingering insecurity that lives deep within the pit of his stomach but instead of letting it cripple him, he allows it to fuel his anger, virtually stomping down the row of shelves towards you

you reluctantly turn your head at the noise of feet walking in your direction, a lingering smile still on your face that immediately drops when you meet the eyes of your furious boyfriend

trepidation seeps into your bones, a poison that corrodes at the marrow and causes your limbs to go completely slack

it’s when all of your produce drops to the floor that the handsome stranger finally stops staring at you, spinning around only for that same stare to land on the very angry brunette coming your way

“chris,” you can’t help but cower slightly when his thundercloud of rage looms over you.

he says nothing but he shoots you a murderous glare before pulling you into his side roughly, hand immediately coming to rest on your butt

you expected this but not the searing kiss that he bruises onto your lips, leaving you breathless as he squeezes the flesh of your ass in his palms

“hi, i’m chris,” he sticks his hand out with a raised brow, the warning look in his eyes a complete contrast to the warm smile on his face

he’s glowing with pride and he’s so hot but you can’t stop staring at the discarded fruit on the floor so as to not have to meet the eyes of the curly-haired man in front of you

“oh, i didn’t realize-”

“that’s okay, buddy,” chris smiles tightly. “thanks for helpin’ my girl out.”

and that’s all he says before snatching up the fruit from james? jonathan? jonah?’s arms and strolling cockily back to your abandoned cart

you walk quickly behind him, gnawing on your lower lip and refusing to acknowledge josiah? jamie? jared?’s parting remark

“i guess i’ll see you around-”

“no you won’t,” chris calls over his shoulder, grabbing you round the waist again after putting the fruit down and pushing the cart around the corner

the rest of the shopping trip goes off pretty much without a hitch

(save from a small disagreement over milk)

but you don’t prepare for what happens when you’re finished loading groceries into the car and sitting quietly in the passenger’s seat, staring out of the window contently because you’re so sure that you’ve gotten away with it

it’s when chris slides into the car and doesn’t say anything that you look over at your boyfriend, audibly gasping at how blown his pupils are

“is my little whore ready to go home?” he says nonchalantly, looking away from you to turn the key in the ignition

“what?!” you exclaim indignantly (except you’re not mad because a thrill runs through you at what you know is coming next). “i-i was a good girl-”

“don’t lie to me, baby,” he coos, engine on but he evidently has no intention of going anywhere just yet. “i saw how much you liked talking to that boy. being a little slut right in front of daddy- what, you tryna make me jealous, babygirl?”

“no- he was my friend-”

“okay, honey,” he says, still not moving and looking deep into your darting eyes

“really?” you ask, confused and a little disappointed because is he just going to drop it?

but you should know by now that your man isn’t like that

“of course not,” he sneers and the butterflies in your stomach come alive all over again. “stupid little slut - think i’m gonna let you get off with bein’ a whore in public? hmm, baby?”

“no, sir,” you reply, licking your lips and shifting in your seat, heat pooling in your core as you try to hide a smile by squeezing your lips together

“my bad little girl,” a large hand falls on your thigh and you shiver, placing your hand over his as he rubs tenderly at the skin there. “such a dumb baby, huh?”

you nod eagerly, attempting to school your features into an expression that projects innocence and repentance because you know you’re going to get the punishment of a lifetime when you get home

“maybe i should fuck you right here,” he muses, hand absent-mindedly trailing to the inside of your thighs to press the heel of his palm to your clit

your legs automatically fall further open and you arch your back into the pressure while he runs a sole finger over the seam of your cunt

(no, you’re not wearing panties under your dress because he told you not to and you always listen to your boyfriend)

“so eager, sweetheart,” he hums, eyes focused exclusively on the task at hand. “did you wanna show that boy what an eager little slut you are?”

you plan to answer - you really do - but his finger dips into your pussy and your brain forgets how to function

almost directly after, another finger joins the first and your boyfriend is casually finger-fucking you in a semi-crowded grocery store parking lot

(the jury’s still out on whether or not this makes you even more horny)

“oh, baby,” chris laughs, eyes now locked on yours that are staring right back at him. “you’re so close already - i didn’t realize how much of a whore you were for that boy... or is this all for me? are you making a mess all over my car seats because you like getting fucked in the parking lot of a grocery store?”

(you decide that yes, this is absolutely why chris is going to need to thoroughly clean his car when you get home)

but you can’t articulate any of that so you just nod again, making chris laugh and causing a combination of pleasure and shame to wash over you

he leans over the console, attaching his lips to your neck and continuing his assault on your pussy - he’s sucking a trail of dark bruises into your skin and you love it, eyelashes fluttering rapidly as his lips move to your jaw and then your ear

“go on, baby,” chris smiles against your cheek. “cum for me, it’s okay. i won’t make you beg this time - i know that once anything gets in this tight little pussy, you don’t know how to act... that’s okay, honey. you can cum, it’s okay.”

and so you do, his voice coaxing you over the edge and the moment you do, chris gasps right into your ear and then chuckles deeply

“look, sweetheart, there’s your little friend - say hi!”

you meet those brown eyes and your entire body heats up in shame - the look on his face would be hilarious in literally any other situation but it makes you feel a little sick and slightly aroused (?)

once you’ve finally come down from your high and jules? jake? jasper? manages to tear his eyes away from the two of you (chris waves at him and you smack him on the arm because what the fuck)

your boyfriend promptly sticks his fingers into his mouth as you peel your sticky body from the leather seat beneath you - you’re panting and unsure if you’ll even be able to walk when you get out of the car

meanwhile, chris adjusts the mirror and his hands land on the wheel before he shoots you a disapproving glance

“seatbelt, baby.”

tagged: @literaturefeen @donutloverxo

#chris evans x reader #chris evans x you #chris evans blurb #chris evans blurbs #chris evans headcanon #chris evans headcanons #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans fanfic #chris evans smut #request

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violetnotez · 4 years

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Izuku x reader

⤷ Genre: Fluff, Barista AU!

⤷ Word Count: 7000+

⤷ Warnings: FLUFF (and maybe some second hand embarrassment!)

⤷ Synopsis: As your getting your morning coffee fix from a new cafe, your pleasantly meet with an extremely cute barista. Too bad he heard your name wrong though.

Song Recs: ⤷Sweater Weather-The Neighbourhood ⤷I Dont Know Why-NOTD ⤷Touch and Go-Ed Sheeran

This is for the Izuku Month! PLs go and check out the awesome writers participating for this month!

Please ignore all my banners being 20 different sizes I can’t figure out which size I like best 😂

You stepped into the shop, the warm smell of spices and coffee beans filling the air. It felt so warm and cozy, the whirring of the machines going on in the background as you breathed out a deep sigh.

It was one of your first days off in what seemed like an extremely long time, so you thought it would only be fitting to do some exploring today. You had always wanted to try this coffee shop, as it was acclaimed for its signature “Hero Themed” Lattes, so of course you had to at least try one.

The line was fairly long, as any popular cafe would be in the morning, people bustling to get their caffeine fix before they did their daily routine.

You got a spot in line, opening up the cafe’s Instagram page to look at all the wonderful options. Everything looked so yummy and delicious, your mouth salivating at each picture posted. Your eyes were glued to the screen, your feet only moving once you felt the body in front of you inch forward.

It didn’t take long for a chirpy voice to call in front of you, a welcoming “Next Please!” ringing against your ear. You looked up, your mind finally deciding on what drink you wanted- until your eyes landed on quite possibly the prettiest boy you had ever seen.

His hair was unruly and curly, a mixture of greens cascading across his face. His eyes complimented his hair so well, the bright emerald orbs full of happiness and kindness. He was just adorable, his pearly white smile aimed straight at you, not a hit of worry amidst the chaos around him from the morning rush.

You gave him a meek smile, your cheeks on fire-god, how were you gonna order and not be completely flustered? This boy was literally gorgeous!

Your feet took you to the counter as you clutched your phone with shaky hands.

“Hi miss, what can I getcha?” He asked sweetly, his hands grabbing a cup. A Sharpie was posed in his fingers, waiting to start writing down exactly what you wanted to order. After being blessed with this beautiful specimen of a man in front of you, you completely forgot what you wanted to drink.

You hastily looked at the menu above your head, searching for the coffee you had planned to ask for. Nothing seemed right, and you were cursing yourself for looking so clueless.

This poor guy was probably already super busy, and you were now holding him up!

“Having some trouble?” He asked, noticing your obvious dilemma.

“Yeah, I’m sorry,” you apologized, your lips shaped in a soft smile, “I kinda forgot what I wanted to order!”

“Oh no worries, really, I totally understand!” he grinned, “the menu is pretty big!”

“Yeah, it is!” you chuckled lightly, your cheeks feeling warm. “What do you recommend?”

The boy smiled at you, your heart swooning. God, how could he be so pretty!!

Wait-did he have freckles?!? The faint specks sparkled against his pinkish cheeks, making you fall for the boy even more. You had barely talked to this boy for 2 minutes and you were already head over heels.

He seemingly didn’t notice your heart pained crisis, his eyes bright as ever.

“Oh, everything on the menu is amazing! The Hawks latte is quite nice, it’s very light and airy-as well as the Endeavor, but it has cinnamon and gives it a pretty good kick-” he began rambling on about the drinks, his eyes brightening just talking about them. You couldn't fathom how he could talk so fast, the words melding into one as he listed off the most popular drinks.

His voice was melodic though, so soft and calming-yet so excited too. His voice could make calculus interesting to you.

“-but my personal favorite is the All Might drink,” he blushed slightly, his face clearly a little embarrassed as he relayed this information to you.

You grinned at his adorable expression, noticing the small All Might pin he had neatly stuck into the front of his apron.

“You're an All Might fan I’m assuming?” You noted, your voice amused and kind as you pointed at the enamel pin.

He touched the front of his apron, looking down as he tried to follow your line of eyesight.

“Oh-oh yeah!” He smiled brightly once he realized what you were referring to, “ever since I was a kid, he’s always been my favorite!”

He beamed at you, his voice stuttering slightly.

He was so adorable and a nerd too? God, you could marry him on the spot.

You grinned at him, flashing the back of your phone case and revealing the All Might pop socket in the back.

His eyes widened like saucers in shock, his smile growing even wider as he laid eyes on the fan merch.

“I might be an All Might fan myself,” you admitted, your heart thumping in your chest.

“Then you have to try the All Might latte!” He exclaimed, “If-if you want to try it of course..”

“I’m down!” You smiled brightly, watching how his face light up when you agreed as he hastily wrote down the drink order on the side of the cup.

“Can I-I get your name?” He stuttered slightly, his eyes wide and doe-like.

His hand holding the Sharpie was hovering over the cup, watching you with expectant eyes. You took a small breath, your words about to spill out of your mouth-until an extremely loud blender erupted in noise behind the counter.

“It’s y/n,” you tried to yell over the sounds, feeling a little bit of awkwardness fill your stomach as he cocked his head to the side, obviously confused.

He opened his mouth, words dribbling out but nothing being heard as the machine continued to whir on.

You internally cursed that damn thing for ruining the cute moment you had with this hot barista, your cheeks aflame as you nodded numbly to his question.

Whatever he asked couldn’t matter that much-right?

He smiled widely, accepting your answer as he hastily wrote your name on the side of the cup and told you the price of the drink. You quickly paid, your eyes drinking him in one last time-he was just so cute and adorable, you wanted to permanently get each detail of his emblazed into your memory.

He handed you your receipt and change back to you, his grin as wide as ever.

“My name is Izuku-Izuku Midoriya,” he added, his cheeks warm and his voice stuttering slightly, “just in case if you need anything else!”

You giggled softly, a little confused by his comment but nevertheless ecstatic by it.

His name! It was so unique, yet so innocent sounding and kind, you couldn’t help but feel your heart soar at the sound.

“Thank you Izuku,” you waved him politely, your heart pumping as you found an empty table to sit and wait for your drink. Your arms rested on the cool surface, the chair squeaking slightly as you shifted in a comfortable position. The machines continued to whir, the sounds of multiple conversations cascading throughout the small space. You began going through your social media, trying to suppress the wide smile that was trying to blossom over your face. You had just met the cutest guy ever- and weren't even trying! It almost felt so surreal, as if this moment was too good to be true.

“MIru!”

You began to hear his voice repeating a name, calling out for a customer to get their drink. You continued to look down at your phone, a small part of you saddened that it wasn't your name he was calling out.

“Uh-Miru?”

He continued to call out that same name, his voice getting a little louder each time. He almost sounded worried, hesitant even, as if he was confused about what was going on.

Thats weird- that person should have gotten their drink by now, you thought vaguely, noticing people were beginning to notice his voice as well.

“Wait, why are they looking at me?” you wondered, A small ounce of panic filling your stomach, making it feel heavy like lead as you finally looked around.

A few customers were giving you strange looks, your head swiveling now to look at Izuku.

Wait- why is he looking at me? You thought in horror, your eyes meeting the kind, emerald orbs of Izuku’s. He looked relieved once you finally made eye contact with him, a bright smile blossoming under those freckled cheeks of his. He gave a tentative wave, motioning for you to come over.

Well thats weird-the name he was calling out wasnt even close to yours-

You got up anyway, unable to disobey the kind eyes of Izuku. You pushed your chair under the table, the legs squeaking against the shiny floor as you shuffled your way to the counter.

“Hi again!” he said cheerfully, his voice shy and sweet against your ears. ‘Its-Miru, right?”

Oh no-wait-

You finally put two and two together, a horrible realization bursting inside you-

he heard your name wrong.

Oh crap, why did this have to happen to you? How did he hear get your name that bad??

You finally meet a nice guy, someone actually genuine and kind, you hit off of, and bam-something comes to screw it all up.

In this case-an obnoxiously loud blender turned on at just the worst time.

You licked your lips, your mouth parting slightly to tell him, no, in fact, that was not your name-

But you looked again at that charming face of Izuku’s, his expressions glazed with innocence and nerves as he waited expectantly for your answer. The poor guy had called out this random name for a 2 whole minutes, probably feeling so idiotic as he waited for you to come and get your drink. Your cheeks burned at the thought, feeling embarrassed for both you and him. He must have felt so awkward standing there, just staring at you in confusion as he called out your “name” and you not even moving a muscle! If you told him he had gotten your name completely wrong, he would feel even worse about the whole situation, most likely feeling extremely embarrassed for something that wasnt even his fault.

You didnt want to make him feel anymore nervous or awkward than he already felt-you decided to swallow your pride, your head meekly nodding in a “Yes.”

His face immediately light up, obvious relief flooding his expression.

“Oh, thats great!” he exclaimed, a nervous chuckle spilling from his lips, “for a second there, I thought I was saying your name wrong…”

“Yeah, imagine how embarrassing that would be,” you said, your voice hesitant as you gave him a nervous smile.

Oh, if he only knew.

“I-uh-I don't when you'll be able to come back, but-but I have some pro hero collectibles I'd really like to show you-of course, only if you're interested!” the poor boy was stuttering again, his words melding into one.”IknowyourprobablyreallybusyandIdon'twanttopressureyouitsjustIvenevermetagirlwholikeheroessomuch-”

You laughed sweetly at the boy’s obvious dilemma, his speech beginning to quicken at an ungodly rate as his cheeks blossomed adorably with red.

“You're a talker, aren't ya?” you said between giggles, your hand grabbing the drink from his. Your fingers brushed against each other momentarily, your heart quickening by the sudden contact.

“Id love to see them Izuku,” you gave him a small smile, his green orbs widening slightly and then scrunch up into a bright, nervous grin as he scratched the back of his neck.

“Can you come in on Tuesday-at 8? I know thats a little early but we aren't very busy then-”

You looked up, your teeth catching your lip as you thought over your schedule, the drink beginning to chill your palm.

“Thats sounds perfect, Ill see you on Tuesday, then,” you gave the boy a small smile, your eyes glinting mischievously, “Ill bring my signed All Might poster with me too-”

“A WHAT?!” he practically screamed those words, his voice giddy with excitement. “THE All MIght signed your-”

“Hey, Fanboy, can you please come back- we kinda need your help right now!” A girl with pink skin and piercing yellow eyes yelled over her shoulder, both her hands occupied as she swirled whip cream over two drinks at the same time. A girl with a brown bob was taking orders at warp speed, her face clearly in distress as the line somehow got longer as you two were talking.

“Oh-uh-of course Mina, Ill be right there!” he yelled back, his shyness returning as he gave you a small smile.

“Im sorry, I have to go-”

“No worries! I dont want to be taking more of your time,” you replied, a little bit of embarrassment dripping inside you as you sipped your coffee. Even though you felt guilty for talking to him for so long, you couldnt help but feel warm and fuzzy all over. He asked to to come back! This guy was so adorable you could practically scream. “Ill see you on Tuesday then?”

“Yeah-Tuesday!” he chuckled softly, “It was nice meeting up Miru.’

Oh yeah-he didnt actually know your name.

Your cheeks flushed with red , embarrassment building inside you as you remembered the miscommunication.

“Uh-uh-yeah, bye Izuku!” you hastily replied back as you walked over to the exit, making sure to keep your back to the boy as you used your shoulder to open it, a burst of chilled air hitting you.

God, your cheeks were so red- you sucked on your drink, hoping the intense coldness would cool down your face some.

It sucked that he had heard your name wrong, but the guy was too hot-you just didnt have the heart to tell him the truth then and there.

Oh well, you sighed, walking back to your car, there’s always time….

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Next time never came.

You, of course, took Midoriya on his offer to meet up with him the next week. He had shown you pictures of his collection of hero figurines, and boy did he have a lot.

He seemed sheepish, showing you, his cheek blossoming red like a tomato, his freckles like specks of stars pecking out of a hazy sunset. He had stuttered as he held out his phone (an All Might phone case in the back of course), as he explained that he had been collecting since he was a kid.

You chuckled at his adorable demeanor- but god, he really had been collecting for years! His whole room was decked out in All mIght gear-it was quite impressive, but you had to giggle at the kid-ish nature of the room.

You, of course, had brought in the poster, which had brought tears to poor Midoriya's eyes. You would have thought he had won the lottery, his shrieks of excitement filling the empty cafe as he gushed over the signature

It was strange to see him without a crowd of people, the stress nowhere evident in his soft complexion as he freaked out over your piece of memorabilia.

You could truly appreciate him and his beauty when he wasn’t scrambling to get orders now, his laugh bright and unapologetic, his fanboy screams squeaky yet sweet. He radiates brightness, his whole body like a ball of energy of warm sunshine.

A bright sun in the cosmos.

You were gravitated to him, unable to stop yourself to want to know more and,learn everything about him: what he liked, what he didn’t like, his favorite food, his favorite color, his aspirations in life-any and every thing that made up Izuku Midoriya you wanted to document like you were his personal biographer.

It did feel awkward that he still called you by that silly name, but you were too embarrassed at that point to even confront him about it. You had visited his shop on the same day and time for the past 2 months, pegging for the poor boy like a puppy yearning for attention. At this point, you were getting quite antsy to go out with him, but he was still so nervous around you you were afraid to screw it up.

If you told him your name was wrong, would he be too embarrassed? Would it screw up the relationship you two had created from quick interactions behind a counter? Had you catfished in some weird way by playing along with the name he had mistakenly given you?

You were overthinking it, you knew it, but you were too terrified about the possibility of losing Izuku that you sucked up your worries. You had taken the name as a nickname now, the sound coming from his lips making your ears ting red and biting your lip in embarrassment. You were dying to hear your real name play against his lips, wondering how the word would sound in his sweetly honey voice

“Here ya go, one Mirko cappuccino!” Izuku shouted sweetly, his bright teeth gleaming under the fluorescent lights and morning sun.

You smiled at the green headed boy, your hands resting on the marble. The top felt cool against your skin, the flecks of brown like confetti as it glimmered against the lights.

You watched as he shuffled from behind the counter, sliding through a small gate as he walked towards you. Your heart skipped a beat dramatically.

He rarely came out from behind the counter, but when he did, it always made your breath disappear and your eyes get wide with flusteredness. For some reason, seeing him in all his glory, from his shaggy forest hair to his well built forearms made your mouth dry as you stared into those green orbs of his.

That permanent blush still played in his cheeks, the freckles matching the glimmering countertop perfectly as he stared down at you slightly. He handed you the drink, his fingers brushing against yours gently.

You internally screamed, your heart palpitating from the feathery touch. His skin was so warm and rugged, your index brushing gently against a raised scar. You had never noticed that slight imperfection on his otherwise unblemished skin, and your mind began reeling at the possibilities to why it was there.

Just another part of Midoriya you wanted to desperately learn and selfishly document for yourself.

You wrapped your hands around the thick paper of the cup , the texture rough yet warm against your fingertips.

“Can you maybe tell me how it tastes the next time you come in?” He looked down at you with a sheepish grin, his lips plump and pink as he talked, “ I’ve never made one before and I hope I didn’t make it too strong with the cinnamon,”

You took a deep breath, trying to will yourself to calm down. You internally thanked that Izuku was pretty oblivious to any type of flirting, or he would have definitely noticed you gawking at his lips.

“Definitely!” you smiled, “I’ll think you’ll be fine though, Mirko is a pretty feisty hero. There’s not enough cinnamon in the world to match her personality,”

Izuku chuckled at your comment, his hand scratching the back of his neck. “That’s very true! She definitely is one of the more spicier drinks we have...Im still experimenting with hers to make it just right,”

You nodded with his words, taking a sip of the drink as he talked. It really was filled with spice, the slight burn of the cinnamon pleasant as it rolled down your throat.

“I’ve actually been also working on a new drink as well,”

“Oh really,” your eyes widened in curiosity, “what hero is it based off of?”

A blush creeped onto his rosy cheeks yet again, his eyes downcast as he avoided your gaze.

““It’s not a hero, actually, just-it’s-kinda- special to me-since I’ve been thinking about it for some time... if that makes sense…

“I get it,” you said, your voice reassuring, “you're just really passionate about it-Im excited to try it, anything you make is amazing!”

“Oh-oh thank you!” he chuckled at your praise, unable to stop the stutters spilling from his mouth.

“I’m-I’m not quite done with it, but next time you come… I can explain it more and let you try it if you like!”

“Of course! I’d love to,” you smiled at the greenette, blood rushing to your ears as you stared at his bright complexion.

You swallowed thickly, not sure where to look as you tried to erase the flustered expression on your face.

He was too good and pure for this world-This boy could stomp on your heart and you’d say thank you.

You shakily stepped away from him, your hands clutching the drink like an anchor as you walked yourself to the door. you waved him a small goodbye, a smile gracing your lips as your eyes drank in Izuku one last time. It was a shame you only saw him for once a week, and you made sure to burn his image into your mind to satiate you for the next few days.

“Bye ‘Zuku, Ill see you next week!”

He waved back to you, a bright grin displayed on his rosy cheeks.

“Bye!”

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He heard the chime of the door jingle as you walked out the door, his eyes following you as you walked away from the store.

He watched you through the elongated windows of the cafe, your drink he made you in hand as he peered through the window. He did this every time you left, his neck straining as he tried to follow you, making sure you got into your car safely.

Heat rose in his cheeks, watching you walk away from him leaving a sad pit in his stomach.

He hated watching you leave, but it never stopped him from gawking at you when you go.

His breath felt tight in his chest, pure love flooding from his heart as your hair flowed delicately with your walk, his eyes trailing down to your beautiful legs-

“Hey Fanboy, you done gawking at your girlfriend,” he heard his pink skinned coworker call, her tone amused and teasing.

He jumped from where he was standing, his face erupting in red as he stumbled around his words.

“Oh-uh-hey Mina, I wasn’t doing anything I don’t know what your talking about-“

She walked around the counter, her finger pointing at him accusingly.

“Don’t lie to me mister! I know a love sick boy when I see one-and you,”

She poked her finger into his chest, her pink lemonade skin intimidatingly close to his, “are love sick.”

She threw her head back, her voice booming and bright- “You can come out Ochaco!”

The brown bob of Izuku’s other worker peaked out from the back door, her eyes wide with relief.

“Oh good! I would have felt bad if I walked in on you guys flirting-“

Izuku waved his hands frantically in front of him, his face as red as a tomato.

“We weren’t flirting I swear thatsnotwhatitwas-“

Mina laughed at the boys clear distress, her cotton candy tresses bouncing as she shook her head.

“You can’t fool us Midoriya-whenever your flustered your voice goes up like 10 octaves and you get redder than Kirishima’s hair,”

Izuku chuckled nervously as he tried to cover up his nerves as his coworker berated him. Ochaco walked over to the two, her kind aura making the air a little less thick as she looked up at Izuku with sympathy.

“It’s really sweet you like that girl so much-she seems to like you alot too,”

Mina shook her head in agreement, her canines glinting in the morning light.

“Oh definitely! Any girl that would still hang around after seeing Midoriya’s All MIght Room must be a keeper-“

“Have you gotten her number yet Midoriya?” Ochako asked, her eyes wide and curious, “Have you messaged her?”

Izuku scratched the back of his head, his eyes downcasted. He already knew the reaction he was going to get from his bubbly and sometimes feisty coworkers, and he wasn’t quite ready for their outburst.

“Oh no, well, we never exchanged numbers-“

“YOU NEVER EXCHANGED NUMBERS?!? Mina practically screamed, her yellow eyes blown huge like lemons.

“ We are in the 21st century Midoriya!” She yelled,

“Well we never quite got to-doing that-“ Izuku tried to reason, Mina clearly still flabbergasted and not impressed by his excuse

“Still-how.have.you.not. DONE THAT?!?”

Uraraka looked between the two, Mina on her tippy toes as she chewed him out, Izuku flushed with red. It was almost comical to watch, yet Uraraka felt sympathy for the poor boy who knew nothing about romance.

“Mina maybe-“ Uraraka placed a hand on the pink girl’s shoulder.

“Unbelievable!!” Mina continued, her head shaking, “I swear you live under a rock! Why haven’t you-she’s clearly into you!!”

Izuku’s eyes were like saucers, his hands shaking as he denied the girl.

“Oh no, she’s not, she can’t-were just friends, I bet she only come she only comes here for the coffee-“

Mina placed her hand on her hip, giving Ochaco a side eye look. The two girls watched the blubbering Izuku spill falsities from his lips, both quite sick of his denial

“Midoriya-,” Mina stated, her voice serious and honest, “there is no way-this girl is only ‘coming for the coffee’”

Uraraka nodded with Mina, her voice sweet like honey as she confirmed her pink friend’s words.

“You should see how she looks at you Izuku-her face lights up and her cheeks get so blushy! And whenever you talk to her her smile gets so much brighter!”

“You should see her when she looks at your behind too-“

“Mina!”

Uraraka swatted the girl playfully with her arm, earning a laugh from the pink toned girl.

“What, it’s the truth! She likes you Midoriya, she’s practically head over heels-“

Izuku listened to the two girls sheepishly, not knowing quite what to do with himself. All these weeks he had been hoping against hope you had liked him back-ever since that day he met you he felt he was destined to know you. He had never met a girl so welcoming and sweet, let alone as gorgeous as you. The fact you had accepted his quirky, nerdy side so quickly as well as were interested in his obsessions practically made his heart swoon with joy. Every week he looked forward to seeing you, counting down the minutes and seconds before he heard that welcome chime of the door announcing your arrival every Tuesday morning.

He thought about you all the time, wishing he knew what it felt like to hear your voice over the phone, to hold your hand, to see you in a pretty dress as he took you out to a nice restaurant...He was scared of rejection, and the fear you didn't like him back suffocated him, but these words from his coworkers were definitely boosting some of his confidence.

“R-really???” He stuttered, “ I-I didnt know all that…”

The two girls nodded their heads, their smiles wide as they watched their flustered coworker.

“You like her back, right?” Uraraka tilted her head, her brown strands cascading across her cheeks.

Izuku nodded his head quickly, his eyes wide and cheeks aflame.

Mina reached out, her hands latching onto Midoriya's bicep and squeezing reassuringly. “Then ask her out-Or at least get her number so the poor girl isn’t spending her money on coffee every week to just see you-“

“I-I actually was going to ask the next time she came in,”

Izuku looked to his side as the two girls gasped in awe. Uraraka let a squeal slip from her lips, her cheeks bright as ever.

“Oh Izuku that’s amazing! How were you going to ask?”

He shuffled his feet, feeling a little exposed with all the excessive attention on him. His hands began to squirm and wring together, his eyes looking to the side under his coworkers intense stares.

“Well, I-I made this new drink...and I actually made it based off of her- I’ve been writing down all the flavors she likes and doesn’t like and making a drink that’s perfect for her...,”

His coworkers were quiet-too quiet.

He looked up, a pit of fear growing in his stomach as he gazed at each of their faces, their shocked faces making him feel insecure about his plan.

“Is that-too weird??” He asked hesitantly.

The air left his chest as the two girls threw their bodies at him in a tight bear hug, their voices gushing over the boy.

“Oh Izuku that’s adorable!”

“You're such a meat head about love but thats so freaking cute!”

Ochaco and Mina were squealing, the tightness of their hug squeezing all air from his lungs. His knees locked from the sudden force, stumbling as he tried to support the two gushing girls.

“It’s was just an idea, I didn’t realize you two would like it-“ he squeaked out.

The two girls finally let go of their vice-like hug, their giggles and smiles radiating off their faces.

“We LOVE.” Mina started, her grin wide. “As women, we put our stamp of approval!”

“Really?”

“Of course! It’s honestly so adorable, I’m kinda jealous-“

As Mina was praising the blushing boy, Ochaco looked out the window, her smile slowing dropping into a tired grin.

“Uh, guys… I think we should start getting ready…”

A massive group of what seemed like 10 women in work clothing were bounding down the street, their eyes staring through the windows of the cafe as if they were already anticipating stepping inside.

Mina sighed, her face hardening as she started walking to the drink station, already prepping drink cups for the anticipated rush.

“But not as jealous as I am of that flower business that closed down last week. Get ready babes, morning rush is coming!”

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It was finally the next week, and you were extremely excited to see Midoriya again. Even if it was only for a few minutes, just speaking to him light up your whole day and the rest of your week.

You wished sadly you could get to see or hear from him every day, instead of every week, but you knew the boy was too nervous still to say anything about his feelings (if he did have them towards you). You were getting antsy with each passing visit to just ask him out yourself, but you were too afraid of scaring off the flustered boy.

You weren't very keen on just letting him go though, so you decided you’d keep up this little arrangement you two had-For as long as it would take.

You opened the glass door of the cafe, a gust of cold air sweeping your lungs and the scent of coffee enveloping your nose. You took a deep breath in, willing your heart to calm down to the calming scent.

As you did every time you came, no one was inside-Midoriya really knew when the cafe was empty. You bypassed the long line, walking yourself over to the front counter.

Midoriya seemed to not have noticed your entrance, his back towards you as he hummed to the song playing softly throughout the shop. You smiled at his adorable sounds, appreciating the broadness of his back as his green tresses cascaded against his neck.

You cleared your throat slightly, smiling softly as Midoriya turned around. He jumped slightly at your sudden entrance, a soft yelp cascading out of his lips.

“Oh hey Miru!I didn’t even notice you came in!”

He chuckled as you winced slightly at the name, quickly recovering with a sheepish smile.

“Obviously” you giggled, resting your hands on the cool countertop, “ you looked like you saw a ghost!”

You gazed into his green orbs, the color sending a warm shiver along your back. They were so vibrant, so expansive, that it was like getting lost in a forest, yet you weren’t scared in the slightest. You welcomed that lost feeling, that sense of adventure to flood your systems and calm your fluttering heartbeat.

If you weren’t careful though, you’d get lost in those galaxies that were his eyes, forever adrift in those irises.

He smiled at you, the apples of his cheeks prominent with freckles as he gazed down at you.

“Well it’s felt so long since I last saw you!” He exclaimed, a warm hue in his cheeks.

You smiled mischievously, tilting your head at the boy. “I hardly think 5 days is a ‘long time’,”

“Well, for me it is,” Izuku stared blissfully at your face, his voice extremely soft and gentle.

Your head exploded with happy screams and alarms, feeling the heat rush to your face. He was looking at you with those doe-like eyes, like he was basking in peace with your presence next to him.God, why did he have to be so cute?

He seemed to not even notice how his comment sounded until he noticed your change in demeanor, your cheeks and ears tinged with an intense red. Once it dawned on him he had just-well-flirted with you, he became instantly flustered.

He chuckled uncontrollably, his voice going up an octave.

“I, Uh,well I mean it’s just felt like a while and I have seen you in quite a bit of time did you get a new hair cut maybe that’s what it is-“

You giggled , shaking your head. The poor boy was a stuttering mess, his tongue melding his words into one to the point you couldn’t distinguish a thing.

It always made you feel better about your flusteredness around Midoriya-no matter how nervous you felt, Midoriya always seemed to be ten times more nervous than you.

You reached across the counter, your hand tentative as your fingers laid against his.

You internally screamed in happiness-the skin feeling so comfortable and warm against your own. Your movement seemed to hush Midoriya long enough for him to stop stuttering, his Adam’s Apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly.

His cheeks were red with heat, his eyes wide as he stared at you.

“It’s fine, really,” you grinned, “5 days feels pretty long to me too.”

You let your hand rest on Midoriyas for a few more seconds, memorizing the soft texture of his skin in your own.

It was intoxicating, he was intoxicating, and it took everything out of you to pull yourself away.

You were now outright flirting with him, even if he wasn’t intentionally flirting with you. He was fidgeting and blushing like a schoolgirl-he clearly knew you were flirting back.

You bite your lip in fear, hoping you didn’t scare him off.

“So, Uh, you said you had a new drink?” You said awkwardly, not quite sure how to act normally after your comment, “were you able to finish it?”

Izuku perked up, a grin gracing his face as his cheeks were still on fire.

“Oh! Yeah I did actually!” He swallowed again, his hands wringing together. “Did-did you want to try it?”

“Of course!” You beamed at the boy, your heart skipping as your eyes focused on those adorable freckles. Your hand went to your wallet, already skimming for your debit card. “How much do I-“

He instantly waved his hands in front of him, stopping your search.

“Don’t worry,” he reassured your confused expression, a timid smile in his lips. “This ones on the house,”

“Oh-okay,” you thanked the boy, earning a small nod as he began to make your drink.

Whenever he made your order, he was usually so talkative, speaking about anything and everything from hero stats to college classes. Yet, for some reason the boy was extremely quiet as he crafted your drink.

It made you feel uneasy-did you scare him? You knew Izuku was pretty flustered to any type of flirting-hell, he would blush if you simply said “Good Morning.”

Maybe you make him uncomfortable? A pit grew in your stomach at the thought, not knowing quite what to do as you watched him do his work.

But he didn’t seem that on edge, right? He didn’t push your hand away, and his smiles were still genuine. Maybe he was just worried about making the drink right-

Right?

Izuku broke your train of thought as he was now standing right next to you, his chest mere inches from yours as he stared down at you with loving eyes. His hand held your drink, the coffee the color of thick honey. His fingers were fidgeting slightly, as if his nerves were taking over as he presented it to you with a sheepish grin.

You didn’t expect him to be so close, but you weren’t regretting it at all. Your heart felt tight against your chest, blood rushing to your ears as the only thing you could focus on was Midoriya’s presence so close to yours.

You cleared your throat, trying to act casual and hide your clearly obvious shock.

“For me?” You asked thickly, wincing internally at your question.

Of course it was for you, you were the only person in this whole cafe getting coffee!

Sometimes Midoriya could make your brain feel like mush-and you didn’t quite enjoy it.

He seemed to not notice how silly your question sounded, his head bobbing a “yes”.

“I-I hope you like it,” he smiled sweetly, handing you the drink.

Your hands grazed yet again, your heart palpitating as you took a sip of the drink. It was cold against your dry tongue, coating it in its sugary goodness.

Your eyes were instantly went wide like saucers once the flavor enveloped your tongue-holy shit, this was good-like liquid gold.

“Oh my god, Midoriya,” you said between gulps of the amber liquid, “this is-amazing!”

He chuckled softly at your obvious praises, his hands scratching the back of his neck.

“I was hoping you’d say that….I-“ he swallowed, his face contorted in two, as if he was battling internally with something.

You looked up, momentarily pausing your gulps as you watched the boy with concern. He took a deep breath, his face downcasted and worried as he began to speak, his voice quiet and vulnerable.

“I-I actually based it off of you, and the flavors you like.

All these coffees are based off of heroes, people that are extremely special to my life and have been my obsession since I was a child and even now. It’s just so strange to me though, because for as long as I could remember heroes and their work were the only thing I could ever really think of. But-but there's been something that’s been taking up my thoughts, and their the only thing I can think about-I guess you could say I have a new obsession.”

You looked up at him with shocked eyes, your lips parted as you stared at him with a thumping heart.

His voice was so soft, so gentle-as if he was pouring out all his feelings in just a few breaths.

“And what's that?” You asked hesitantly, leaning into the boy as you waited for his answer. You felt your lungs taking in less air, your nerves kicking in as you searched his face.

You watched his eyes suddenly look into yours, making your heart stop and your breath hitch in your throat. You felt yourself get fully enveloped in those green orbs, the expanse of forest caught in those irises of his.

A gulp could be heard from Izuku, his cheeks red like cherries.

“My new obsession is-is you,” he struggled with the words, his voice timid and scared.

“I love talking to you Miru, I really do-and I was wondering if maybe-we could get lunch someday?? Without coffee involved?” He chuckled a little as he tried to lighten the mood, his eyes downcasted as he avoided your gaze.

You felt like you scream-it HAPPENED??? He was finally, finally asking you out??? You felt like you could cry and laugh at the relief flooding your body, your hands itching to wrap around his neck and kiss him from giddiness.

You restrained yourself from doing that, but the huge grin enveloping your face was hard to contain.

“I’d love to Midoriya! I’m so happy you asked, Ive been wanting to go out with you for so long now-“ you giggled nervously at your confession, your hands wrapped around your drink as you cuddled it close to your chest.

Your cheeks were suddenly enveloped in red, a realization dawning on you,

He still didn’t know your name-well, not your real name.

“Uh-one problem though,”

Midoriya’s eyes grew wide with concern, his lashes fluttering as he blinked.

“Oh-okay…” He replied timidly, “what is it?”

You sighed, your teeth catching your bottom lip in nervousness. How could you tell him that he had been calling you the wrong name for close to 2 months now?! Embarrassment filled your stomach, your mind internally kicking you for not correcting him a long time ago.

You cleared your throat, trying to make your tone sound nonchalant.

“Well-Miru isn’t my name. My real name is y/n”

“Wait-what?!?” Midoriya practically shrieked, his eyes wide with bewilderment. His voice went up an octave, something you noticed he did when he was completely shocked. A small chuckle escaped your lips, his face completely comical.

“Yeah, the day we met you heard my name wrong… but I was too embarrassed to say anything, so I kinda just let you keep saying it-.”

“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry y/n I didn’t realize I was being so rude if I would have known I would have never called you that I cant believe i got your name so completely wrong-“

He was freaking out, you could tell-his whole face was red, his tongue slipping and flailing over his words as he tried to apologize profusely.

Your heart went out for the poor boy, guilt filling your stomach for not telling him sooner.

“It’s fine Izuku, really! It’s my fault I didn’t say anything! Let’s just exchange numbers and forget it all happened, Kay?”

Your hand lightly went out to touch his arm, your fingers laying lightly on his shirt sleeve as you smiled at him sweetly. That seemed to calm him down, the speed of apologies finally stopping against his lips.

“Oh-okay sure!” He returned your smile, his eyes bright and loving.

“ Ya know, I like y/n better…”

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Bonus:

“You idiot!” Mina shrieked, her hand flailing a spoon at him like a weapon. “You got her name wrong! How do you even do that!”

Izuku stuttered, unable to figure out how to calm down the fiery girl in her angry rant.

“It-it was a mistake, it was loud and I heard it wrong-“

Mina huffed, her yellow eyes piercing as she flung the spoon around again, Midoriya dodging it as she continued to scold him.

“You are lucky- she is one of the nicest girls you will ever meet! If you did that to any girl they’d drop your ass like a dead fly!”

“Mina I-“

Mina then pointed the spoon right at his face, his eyes going cross eyed as he stared at the curve of the utensil with fear. His hands went up as against his body, his palms out in a sign of peace as Mina leaned herself aggressively towards him.

“Don’t you dare mess this up Izuku Midoriya! She is the best thing you will ever find!”

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ruzek-halstead · 4 years

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something’s brewing

pairing: luke patterson x julie molina

julie is in the middle of writing five exams in four days when a cute stranger dumps her coffee all over her and she ends up crying in the middle of a university coffee shop.

coffeeshop au

masterlist || ao3

Julie cursed the day she ever decided to become a psychiatrist.

If she had known how draining it would be to get her undergraduate degree—that’s not even including the years it’ll take to get her master’s and PhD—she would have hopped on a plane to Europe and never looked back.

Its final exam season and her five exams are all strategically scheduled within four days and she’s about to lose her goddamn mind. She had just finished writing her first exam on cognitive psychology, and still had four more to go.

She nearly cried three times during the exam and all she wanted now was a cup of steaming hot coffee so she could stay up all night studying for her next two exams tomorrow. And that’s exactly what she was in the process of doing but when she turned to put some cream in her coffee, she bulldozed straight into a hard body.

She dropped her iPhone (screen first, obviously), the textbook she was holding and the steaming cup of coffee in her hand. Oh, but it was fine because the coffee spilled all over her cable knit sweater; it easily seeped through and burned her skin. Julie let out a grunt of pain.

Oh God, this could not be happening right now.

“Oh, shit!”

She heard the deep voice of the body who ran into her and felt their arm shoot out to steady her; the arm was lean, muscled and definitively male. “Shit, I’m really sorry.”

Her skin is still stinging and her phone and textbook are still lying on the ground; she can’t picture her day getting any worse,

Oh, but it did.

“Hey, are you alright?” The mystery man was talking to her and she noticed him ducking his head to look at her face when she hadn’t moved or reacted for a good thirty seconds. “I’m so sorry. Please, let me buy you a new coffee.”

Julie still hadn’t reacted because she knew if she moved even a little bit, she was going to lose her shit.

She caught a glimpse of his flannel shirt as he swooped down to pick up her textbook and—oh surprise, her iPhone with a cracked screen.

That is literally all it took to break what was left of her sanity.

“Are you kidding me?”

The stranger in front of her blinked. He clearly wasn't expecting this kind of outburst, considering she had been silent during their whole interaction.

“Are you freaking kidding me?” Julie yelled again, this time directing her withering glare up towards the ceiling.

“Uh — shit. I’m sorry,” the stranger in front of her looked extremely uncomfortable and at an utter loss for words. “I, um —”

Julie was so furious; she couldn’t even appreciate how unbelievably attractive he was. He was on the taller side (well, that was easy to be, since Julie is quite short) and muscular with piercing green eyes. If she wasn’t so distraught, she would be attempting and failing to flirt shamelessly.

The curly-haired beauty doesn’t stop to wait for his stuttering reply. She hastily grabbed her items from his possession and pushed past him, aiming for the exit doors. She ignored how heavy and sticky her cable knit sweater suddenly felt and the overwhelming stench of coffee. She was desperate to get home and forget any of this ever happened.

However, clearly, luck is not on her side today.

The unknown stranger chased after her. He wasn't expecting Julie to slam the glass door behind her and frowned when it collided with his body, but he powered through to catch her before she got too far away. “Hey! Hold on, wait, pl —”

“What?” Julie snapped, whirling around to face him. The venom in her tone and the hostility in her eyes was enough to make his widen in surprise.

“Shit,” he sighed and she rolled her eyes because he’s already said that (multiple times). “Are you okay? You look really upset, and I’m really sorry. I just want to make sure you’re alright.”

Julie stared at him. She couldn't picture anyone being fine after what had just happened, especially if they had as much going on in their lives as Julie did. And just thinking about everything she still has to do makes her even more upset.

“No, I'm not okay,” she replied, surprising herself and the green-eyed stranger at her calm tone. Her temperament throughout their whole interaction had been like a rollercoaster and he wasn't sure where they were at. “I'm covered in coffee; I just failed my exam and I still have four more to write within the next three days. All I wanted was coffee. That's all.”

Her tone dropped from calm to just emotionless and she was so done with this conversation.

Instead of keeping her shit together and just walking away, she started to cry.

His eyes widened. “Oh shit,” he cursed and scratched the back of his head quickly. “Okay, let’s go.”

Julie was so utterly confused at why she was even crying; all she knew was that her brain was exhausted and she had no idea what was happening. But as she watched her mystery stranger grab her arm and move her aside, she jolted back to reality. “Hey!” She started to protest and was relatively surprised when she saw him roll his green eyes.

“You’re crying in the middle of campus,” he hissed. She was truly shocked by the change in his tone, but when he looked at her, his features were still soft. “People are going to think I did something to you.”

Julie hastily wiped away her tears with the sleeve of her sweater. “You did do something to me! I’m covered in coffee!”

He visibly flinched. “I already apologized! I don’t know what else you want me to do.”

He had a point and she knew it, but there was no way she was letting this stranger win this argument.

“What I want is to go home and study for my four exams!” Julie could see his eyes softening with every word she said. “What I want is to take a forty-seven hour nap and get accepted into my master’s program,” her tone was visibly deflating and the exhaustion was hitting her like a tidal wave. “What I want is to get through this week without any more emotional breakdowns.”

The green-eyed stranger listened carefully as she ranted. He could see the obvious distress in her features and the exhaustion within her eyes. He was no stranger to any of those things himself and he completely understood why she snapped the way she did. But all that aside, he also couldn't help but notice her beauty.

“I'm Luke,” he blurted before he could even think about it.

Her brows furrowed and she squinted her watery brown eyes. “What?”

“That’s my name,” he chuckled nervously. “My name is Luke.”

“Oh,” she replied quietly, because she's very confused and this conversation was getting away from her quickly.

A slow smile spread across his features. “So, master’s program?”

Julie looked more confused than ever. He spilled coffee on her, watched her cry, snapped at her, let her yell at him in public and now he’s inquiring about her life? What the hell is going on?

“What is happening right now?” She voiced her thoughts out loud.

Luke bit his lip. “I think you’re very beautiful, and obviously very smart,” he was rubbing at the back of his neck and it was adorably awkward.

Julie's jaw popped open and she wasn't able to close it. “I literally just had my sixth breakdown of the week. Does that not freak you the hell out?”

Luke laughed and it was one of the most beautiful sounds Julie had ever heard. “Not at all, actually. If I was majoring in psych, I would be reacting the same, if not worse,” he gently poked at one of her cognitive psychology textbooks in her hand.

“And what are you majoring in?”

She was still confused as hell, and stressed and covered in coffee. She was still thinking about all the studying she had to do, but this absolutely stunning stranger was showing an interest in her and she would be damned if she just blew it. With all the studying she had to do on a regular basis, she doesn’t have much time to meet cute guys. This is literally a once in a lifetime opportunity.

A slow smile spread across his features when he realized she was slowly letting down her guard. “I’m in the music program actually,” he scrunched his nose adorably and she noticed he had the cutest smile. “I’m uh — I’m actually in a band with my best friends. You should check us out sometime; we play literally everywhere.”

Julie sent him a soft smile and for a minute, he was stuck looking into her eyes.

“Uh —“ He scratched the back of his neck adorably. “I should probably go — I have an exam to study for."

Her face quickly paled. “Oh my god, I have like four.” Reality was closing in on her and it wasn’t pretty. “I’m really sorry, I have to go,” she was already turning around and preparing to walk away when he grabbed her arm hastily.

“Hey, wait, please — can I please get your number?” He asked with a shy smile.

“Oh,” Julie blinked, “yeah — yeah, that sounds good.”

And so, Julie shyly gave him her number and listened as he promised to call once their exams were done. He apologized once again for spilling her coffee and with a sweet smile, he was on his way. Julie still couldn't believe the encounter and how it had transformed. She was stressed and red eyed and not looking nearly as cute as she should be but somehow, she attracted the attention of an adorable green eyed cutie and she felt giddy inside.

So, she tightened her grip on her textbook and cracked iPhone and set off to fry her brain studying; but in the back of her mind, she couldn't stop thinking about Luke.

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softjeon · 5 years

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Kiss me quietly | Pt. 1

• Pairing: BadBoy!Yoongi x Shy!Jungkook • Genre: Fluff | College!AU • Words: 7,6k | AO3 • Disclaimer: mentioning of alcohol, selective mutism, tooth rotting fluff

written with @cassiavioletblue

↳ Yoongi always said what was on his mind, while Jungkook was shy, fearful and just like a wallflower he was quickly overseen. Yoongi wore leather jackets, had tattoos while Jungkook wore soft, baby blue sweaters with sleeves that were way too long. Yoongi was everything he wasn’t. Not that he cared, but men like Yoongi didn’t care about boys like Jungkook. That’s just how it always been like until...

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Hoseok had called it the ‘victory of his lifetime’ but in reality, he had just gotten the verification that he could move in one of the coveted apartments in the new building on the campus and therefore called for a celebration. Buying lots of beer and booze and convincing the whole dorm to chime in later, he invited everyone, literally everyone to come by. Jungkook wasn’t so sure why he was invited though. Of course there were some of his friends and people he knew, but most of them he didn’t. And so he wasn’t talking to anyone, standing alone in the corner of the room. Although he didn’t really mind that. He was perfectly happy with his drink in hand and observing the very drunk people around - it was the funniest entertainment to him.

Jungkook sipped his beer quietly, eyes gazing over the crowd of people that were dancing, drinking and although Hoseok was a very popular guy on campus Jungkook was sure that half of the people only came for the free booze. He had gotten himself a good spot, looking over to the door whenever someone new walked into the now very narrow space. Most of the people already occupied the hallway and other dorms as well, music blasting out of every room and Jungkook mindlessly bopped his head to the music.

Glancing over to the people that were dancing, his eyes fell onto Jimin who was gyrating his hips against Namjoon while he was holding onto his drink at the same time, spilling some of it onto the floor. No one seemed to mind. Except for Namjoon, whose eyes were wide, hands awkwardly holding onto Jimin’s waist as he wasn’t particularly a good dancer. But as it looked like, Jimin didn’t care. Jungkook couldn’t help but giggle at the sight. Jimin was, just like him, a major in dance and together with Taehyung they both were his closest friends (the only people he really knew here). Through Jimin he had gotten to know Hoseok, who was a music major and with his outgoing personality very much the opposite of Jungkook. He knew Namjoon because Jimin had a big crush on him (and couldn’t stop talking about him) and from observing Jungkook was pretty damn sure Namjoon felt the same for his friend - only neither seemed to make the first move - oh wait, Jungkook gulped heavily when the scenery suddenly changed and both of them were making out right on the makeshift dance floor. He quickly averted his gaze, cheeks blushing as he felt like he had seen something that should have been private. In his haste to turn away, Jungkook faced the wall awkwardly for a moment, not really sure what to do with himself. Nervously, he peeked over his shoulder again, smile a bit strained when someone passed him and furrowed his brows in confusion at his strange behavior. Jungkook patted the wall even more awkwardly now as if he had tried to inspect the wallpaper. He was face palming himself in his mind, groaning quietly. Maybe he should get home. No one would notice him gone anyways. Jimin was too drunk and Taehyung was… yeah, Jungkook had no idea were his other roommate was but he’d bet that he would find him outside flirting with some sport majors. He could just shoot them a quick message, so they knew he was fine. Jungkook drank the last bits of his beer and placed it aside, when a voice interrupted him.

“Hey baby boy. Would you mind giving me a hand?” Hoseok’s voice called out for Jungkook and the younger perked his head up. “Can you get us some more beer from the storage?”

The younger nodded right away, wasting no time as he squeezed his way through the people, pushing himself as close as possible to the wall to not disturb anyone. He could still leave the party afterwards.

...

The pleasant buzz of alcohol and loud music filled his head, blurring the sharp edges of reality until everything felt a little calmer, a bit more bearable. Yoongi went further along the hallway, searching for the bathroom which must show up now any second because the last person he asked had mumbled something about third door on the right - which kinda had been five minutes ago. Either the hallways and the apartments were really big or he’s a little more to drink than he should. Yoongi chuckled to himself, absolutely not regretting anything tonight because the headaches would be coming anyway, if he stayed sober tonight or not. Finally he found a door that was locked and had no strange sounds coming from it and so he opened it in a rush, getting inside before really taking a look where he was stumbling into.

It didn’t look like a bathroom.

There were way too many beers and shelves stuffed with random stuff - and more importantly not a toilet. He groaned in desperation and was about to turn when he was faced with another person. A really cute, really wide-eyed one who stared at him as if he had just interrupted him during something totally secret. “ Heya Cutie! You stealing Hoseok’s stuff or what?”

Jungkook froze on the spot. It was him.

Yoongi.

The Yoongi. The one he was crushing on, like a blushing schoolboy – Yoongi.

Best Friend of Hoseok and literally, the cutest and most handsome man Jungkook has ever spotted. Not that he has seen him often as it seemed that Yoongi wasn’t one to roam around on the campus a lot. But the few times he did, from afar, hiding behind the lockers by the music department, the other had stolen his breath right away. One time, Hoseok had seen him hiding there, because Jungkook was supposed to pick him up as they met for lunch whenever their schedules let them. It was pretty embarrassing, and he hadn’t come up with a quick lie, so Hoseok had teased him all day and told him that he shouldn’t be shy around Yoongi. Because Yoongi, was just Yoongi – at least, that’s what Hoseok had said. But to him, he wasn’t just that. And he couldn’t help it. Jungkook wouldn’t have spoken to him anyways. He wasn’t brave enough for that and Yoongi was just way out of his league. Yoongi was rough, outspoken, always said what was on his mind, while Jungkook was shy, fearful and just like a wallflower he was quickly overseen. Yoongi wore leather jackets, had tattoos and Jungkook wore soft, baby blue sweaters with sleeves that were way too long, but he loved the feel of his sweater paws against his cheek. Yoongi was everything he wasn’t. Not that he cared, but men like Yoongi didn’t care about boys like Jungkook.

Not in this world.

Jungkook gulped heavily, his body heating up and he could feel the blush creep up his cheeks, burning hot on his skin. He couldn’t utter a word. Not a single one. Because whenever he was around, Jungkook was done for, knees weak and lost his voice completely. The fear was taking over. What if he said something wrong? What if Yoongi laughed at him? So, instead of saying something he was completely frozen, holding onto the beer tightly.

“Cat got your tongue, hu?” He chuckled, wondering if he actually looked that scary or if the boy was just as drunk as him because he didn’t even try to answer, just kept staring at him as if he had sprouted a second head. He would have loved to tease the younger a little more, maybe joke about using the ‘beer theft’ as blackmail material for a kiss, because the boy was utterly cute and normally Hoseok guarded his cute friends way too well for him to get a chance to kiss one of them. But he really needed to go to the bathroom, like... right now so instead he just cut straight to the point, “Listen, I was actually searching for the bathroom. I can’t find it. Or Hoseok doesn’t have one anymore. Either way can you please help me? You’re one of his friends right? You know his house?” He got closer and almost fell over a bottle that was standing next to a shelf. He barely caught himself, dangling a little back and forth from where he held onto the edge of the metal shelf, only a few inches away from Jungkook’s face. “Damn, you’re even cuter up close!”

Jungkook jumped back, hitting the wall effectively as it caged him in, and his eyes grew even wider. His heart was beating so fast that Jungkook wasn’t so sure if he was going into cardiac arrest right now. He shook his head quickly, his glasses sliding off his nose just a little and he pushed it backup to the bridge of his nose. Chewing on his bottom lip nervously, Jungkook’s eyes were wide as a deer as he blinked at Yoongi. Why was he making him compliments? He was just drunk, right? He probably didn’t see right…that’s why he couldn’t find the bathroom either.

His longer, curly hair was falling down into his view and Jungkook shook his head again only to realize that it looked like as if he didn’t know where the bathroom was so Jungkook hastily nodded his head again. It was a mess. He was a mess. Taking one hesitant step to the side, Jungkook looked at Yoongi expectantly and when the other didn’t get what he wanted from him, he nudged his head to the side, motioning for Yoongi to let him pass. With enough safety distance between them, for his heart (and his dick to not overreact to the slightest touch that could happen), Jungkook got out of the room, shifting the beer in his hold before pointing somewhere. Then he nodded at Yoongi again, to make sure he knew where to go now. Jungkook was only hoping that it was enough direction guidance for him.

Yoongi’s head started hurting trying to figure out what the younger wanted from him. A head shake, a nod, then he walked past him. He was about to hold the other back and tell him how rude it was to leave someone standing there without saying a word - until the boy stopped, giving him an expectant look as if he wanted Yoongi to follow him. “Oh! You gonna show me the way? That’s nice.” He followed right behind Jungkook who held the beer bottle so tightly that Yoongi feared for his hands. Though when he looked closer he saw that the younger’s hands were actually half hidden under the sleeves of his sweater. The younger was too cute to be true. When Jungkook motioned to a door Yoongi could see a picture hanging from it that looked like some obscene drawing that Hoseok would put up to make it clear that this was the bathroom. Yoongi sighed in resignation. When he turned the boy was already about to hurry down the hallway so he quickly told him, “Thanks, cutie! I would have seen that from afar if I had just kept walking but I kinda like that I ran into you. If you’ll ever be in need of a bathroom I can show you one in return.” He furrowed his brows when he realized how dumb that sounded so he added, “Or I’ll tell you a secret in exchange. Something that could get me in trouble so it’s valuable: I don’t like the furniture. Hobi would be so offended if I told him so I didn’t say anything but I really don’t like it.” With that he turned and went into the bathroom, shouting a, “And don’t steal too much beer!” over his shoulder.

This was too much. Yoongi wasn’t supposed to talk to him, tell him a secret or say that he owed him favors. Yoongi was supposed to ignore him, not know that he existed. Jungkook gulped, pressing the now-lukewarm beer bottles against his chest as he listened. He almost gasped, lips parting while Jungkook looked at Yoongi as if he hadn’t heard right. Jungkook loved Hoseok’s dorm, his weird interior it was what made Hoseok…well, Hoseok. Who else had a sunflower with sunglasses drawn onto the wallpaper in his living room. When Yoongi had closed the door, Jungkook wasted no second to turn on his heel and then he ran.

He ran through the crowded hallways, passing the drunk people and not caring about anything else but getting those beers to Hoseok. His cheeks were bright red, lips plush from biting onto them nervously the whole time. “Sorry!” Jungkook almost yelled, pushing the bottles into the other’s hold before he ran off again. He needed to get out, get some fresh air into his lungs or maybe even ask if Taehyung would let him borrow a cigarette. He hated smoking, but right now Jungkook wanted to kill those flowers that were blooming in his chest, making him ache and feeling so beautifully lightheaded at the same time.

…

The next time they saw each other it was the other way round: Jungkook was the lost one. Or well, kind of.

It was a party again, not a housewarming party but one of those ‘it’s the weekend so we better party before monday comes’ parties. Jungkook was drunk. He didn’t know what had happened. Usually he never drank this much, but Jimin and Taehyung thought it would be funny to start playing a drinking game and it was just so hard for him to say ‘no’.

So, Jungkook was now stumbling (he really was a featherlight), with Hoseok’s arm around his waist who hold him up. “Hm,” Jungkook mumbled, leaning against his side, nuzzling his face against the other’s neck, “Yo-u s-sure it’s okay if…I just…sl-eep here tonight?” Jungkook was very well aware that it wasn’t even late, yet. “I’ll jus- sleep and you go back,” He motioned for the other to move and then let himself fall into Hoseok’s bed. Jungkook just wanted to sleep and then regret everything tomorrow morning, be ashamed of himself and apologize repeatedly for his awful behavior. But right now, nothing else but peaceful sleep mattered.

...

Yoongi had come alone but had quickly caught someone’s eyes. It was an exchange student so they couldn’t talk much but talking wasn’t what they were planning on doing anyway so they just showed each other what they wanted with their bodies, heated kisses the only way of communication they both understood without miscommunication.

Yoongi felt hot and he was about to undress right there in the hallway when they finally found a room that looked like no one had claimed it yet. They quickly closed the door behind them, just barely interrupting their make out session. Yoongi sat down on the bed, pulling the other down with him until they got comfortable. There was a heap of pastel clothes on the bed and Yoongi reached out to push it aside - when his hand met something solid. He froze and looked at the heap a little closer.

Jungkook had been asleep for a just a couple of hours, enough to clear his mind and enough to hear when someone was coming into the room. Not just one, but two people. And when the mattress dipped and someone pushed him, Jungkook blinked his eyes slowly open. His first thought was that Hoseok had come back, maybe he wanted to claim his side of the bed and so Jungkook turned a little, nuzzling his face in Yoongi’s hand in the process but then he noticed the smell. It was different. More musk-y. Jungkook gulped, eyes wide in fear when he slowly turned his head to see who was sitting next to him. He was about to scream when Jungkook’s eyes met Yoongi’s. He would recognize his eyes anywhere. Even in the dark and drunk. And then he saw the other boy and a tear ripped into Jungkook’s heart.

“Oh! Oh fuck!” Yoongi scrambled up, almost knocking his make out partner in the face with his head when he realized that the ‘heap of fluffy clothes’ was Jungkook who had been curled into himself, with the hood of his sweater over his head and his sweater paws over his hand so that nothing from his head to the fuzzy socks had given away that there was a person lying on the bed. The other man cursed when he realized that they had to get out of the room again and try to find another place to get comfortable but Yoongi was more worried about Jungkook’s state. He looked really pale and hiding alone in a room at a party normally wasn’t a sign of great comfort. “I’m sorry, we didn’t see you there. I didn’t do that on purpose. You alright there….” He stopped short when he realized that he still didn’t know the others name. “What’s your name again?”

Jungkook was up on his feet in a matter of seconds, when Yoongi addressed him. He pressed himself tightly against the wall, swaying a little as he tried to fight the urge to whimper pathetically. This was just a fucked up way from the universe to show Jungkook what he didn’t have, he thought. This wasn’t fair. He averted his gaze, feeling embarrassed even though he hadn’t even seen them kiss.

He shouldn’t be here.

Yoongi was a heartbreaker. He had seen him with many boys before. Beautiful ones. More beautiful than Jungkook could ever be. Not that he could have compared anyways or be at Yoongi’s standard. Jungkook was a wallflower. Unseen unpicked and just nothing special. Never once had Yoongi noticed him before.

Worrying his bottom lip, Jungkook turned around, facing the wall now instead of the pair and avoided his question. His voice was gone. Lost somewhere between his heart and his brain as it seemed to be wired wrong. Maybe he should see a doctor about this?

“Why isn’t he talking?” The stranger said with a sweet accent and Jungkook blushed even more.

“I’m not sure...” Yoongi tried to hold the other away from him as he tried to kiss his neck with Jungkook still present. Now that he thought about it he hadn’t seen the boy talk at all. And last time Jungkook hadn’t even made a sound. Maybe he was mute? Before he could ask the younger he was interrupted.

“Get out now. Nothing to see here. Do you understand?”

The words sounded harsh and Yoongi wasn’t sure if the man knew how mean he was treating the younger who had been here first after all or if it was a problem of communication again. Jungkook however reacted immediately, basically fleeing the room. Yoongi called after him, asking him again if he was okay because he felt a little bad for interrupting his sleep and then throwing him out like this but the boy was out without an answer. Maybe he really was mute.

His stomach churned at the thought of talking to the younger twice without really getting him but his guilty conscious didn’t stay long. There were hands under his shirt and lips on his who made him forget anything but the burning desire in his blood.

Outside of the room, the younger had contemplated whether to just walk home or not, but the reason Hoseok had brought him here was because his dorm was further out of town, not as close to the campus and to the party going on at the faculty right now. There were even people all around the hallways, drinking, laughing, having fun. But Jungkook didn’t have much choice. So, Jungkook simply chose the worn out couch in the common room of the dorm. It wasn’t very big, and he barely fitted on there, but Jungkook loved sleeping curled up anyways. He didn’t mind. Not this, really. Just that Yoongi was in Hoseok’s room now, kissing someone that wasn’t him, while he was wishing that it could be. What a ridiculous wish that was. Why did it have to be him? Jungkook would have been fine with everyone else – just not, Yoongi.

“Fuck,” He cursed to himself and then Jungkook pulled the hoodie over his head again, still too drunk to realize that his glasses were still on Hoseok’s bedside table. Then he curled up on the couch, hands between his thighs to keep them warm.

...

The sex hadn’t been nearly as satisfying as he had hoped and so instead of going back to the party while enjoying the post orgasm glow Yoongi stayed on the bed for a while longer. The exchange student had left the room already and he had forgotten his name (if he had even known it at some point). Instead his thoughts went back to their usual occupation: driving him insane with worries and doubts, with ‘what could have been’s and ‘what to do’s’. He sighed, turning onto his side when he saw the glasses. They were round and delicate and it took a little but then it clicked. The belonged to the sweaterpaw-boy. His stomach churned again as he remembered how shaken the younger had been when they had woken him up. He groaned, thinking how it could have been even worse if he hadn’t tried to push the ‘clothes’ off the bed. He might be open to a lot of things but having sex right next to someone who wasn’t aware of what he had gotten into definitely wasn’t something he was willing to do. He took the glasses in his hand, gingerly unfolding then before trying them on, just because. He instantly regretted his decision because everything blurred heavily and he felt like he’d get a headache if he wore that thing longer than a few seconds. Definitely not a fashion accessory then, which meant the boy needed it. What if he had been trying to get home alone after they had kicked him out like that and as tired and blind as he was he had gotten hurt? Hoseok would kill him for this. And maybe... just maybe he was worried for the boy himself as well.

...

Jungkook was trying to get comfortable on the couch, moving a little restlessly as he dozed off. His lips pursed into a pout, Jungkook shivered from the cold surroundings, not realizing it had come from the main door as it had been opened by the exchange student letting the cold wind in. Blindly Jungkook reached for a pillow, hugging it close to his chest, his cheek squished on the armrest, making him look more like a child than a grown-up student.

Yoongi figured that it was probably best if he took the glasses with him and then gave them to Hoseok tomorrow when he would see him on campus because who knew where Jungkook was right away and therefore he might never get his glasses back if he left them here. His answer of where the younger was exactly was answered right away when he opened the door. He had barely made two steps before his eyes fell onto a sleeping boy, cuddled into his own hoodie just like before and curled up so tightly that he looked half his size. Apparently Jungkook had barely managed to cross the common room before he had fallen asleep again. Yoongi felt a surprisingly sharp stab at his insides at how small the younger looked. He was holding onto a cushion as if he was trying to hide behind it and hold onto it for comfort at the same time. There were still people partying around him and yet the boy was totally out cold. With an ugly feeling Yoongi thought about the many ‘jokes’ people could pull on others when they were drunk or...or worse. He couldn’t let Jungkook lie there in the open, not when it was his fault that he had ended up there in the first place. If the younger got hurt because of him... He didn’t even want to think about it. He leaned over the younger inch by inch not to startle him - but Jungkook didn’t react at all, too deeply asleep, pulled under from the effects of alcohol and exhaustion. Carefully Yoongi put the glasses into his pocket before leaning over the boy again. He put his arms under the younger’s curled up form, struggling a little with lifting him up but as soon as he held him against his chest Jungkook curled into him naturally, making it easier to hold him. Yoongi kept still for a second, afraid that either Jungkook would wake up, scared to death from being lifted like that - or that someone would yell at him to put Jungkook down because they thought he was abducting him or something. Luckily neither was the case and so he slowly, carefully brought Jungkook back into the room. Pushing the door open with his shoulder and thanking himself for his laziness (if he had closed the door properly it wouldn’t have been that easy) he got Jungkook back into the room where he had slept before - until he had been so rudely interrupted.

Either he was a lot more sober now or carrying the boy like this had done something to him because when he placed Jungkook down on the bed he felt a sudden fondness - and shame for not taking care for him right away before. Jungkook had held onto his cushion the whole time and even now he hugged it so tightly that Yoongi wondered if Jungkook slept like that at home as well. If Jungkook would hug a person like that as well? Yoongi’s eyes widened when he realized that he was tempted to find out and that his thoughts wandered into territory where they had no right to be. Not with the younger looking so innocent. Quickly, before he could forbid himself to touch the younger at all he brushed a strand of hair behind Jungkook’s ear, lifting the hoodie a little to see the boy’s sleeping face. He was utterly beautiful. So stunning actually that it took a lot in him to place the glasses on the bedside table and walk away instead of staying there and guarding over Jungkook’s sleep like a creep.

With a heart that was beating too fast and thoughts that swirled like crazy in his head he finally left the room.

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Jungkook had ignored the fact that he’d been back in bed, the only plausible reason for him that Hoseok had found him and brought him back. Although he didn't scold him the next day about wandering off. And Hoseok had seemed pretty drunk himself, so Jungkook made him a breakfast the next day, with fresh juice and some anti-hangover fruits to cure his headache before apologizing and finally finding his way home. He ignored the stab in his heart. The memory of Yoongi interrupting his sleep, just to get a bed with a stranger was haunting him in a way and then it was almost like Yoongi had cared for him. He had heard him calling after Jungkook, when he ran out of the room. His expression had turned so soft that Jungkook felt sorry, for making him worry.

“You’re just a baby, Jeon Jungkook,” He mumbled to himself when he unlocked the door to his shared flat, getting greeted by his roommates and Namjoon. He ignored their questions on how he was feeling today and went straight for his room.

Jungkook needed to work on his techniques to forget about Yoongi.

All had been fine when Yoongi had no idea who he was. When Jungkook was just a shadow...he wanted to stay that.

Unfortunately it wasn’t so easy, when Yoongi suddenly seemed to be everywhere. Not just in his heart and mind. At first he saw him in the library and Jungkook panicked, grabbing his books before he ran outside. Then he saw him sitting outside, next to all of his friends. There were Namjoon and Jimin, Taehyung leaning onto Hoseok who was talking to Yoongi and although the sun was shining brightly was still wearing his leather jacket. Jungkook had to fight the urge to bury his hands deep in the jacket, wanting to feel how warm Yoongi felt. He looked more beautiful than ever but Jungkook had just waved with a strained smile and then turned on his heel and went home.

“Is he alright? Looks like he's seen a ghost,“ Hoseok had muttered, nodding at Jimin who only shrugged his shoulders looking after his roommate.

But Jungkook just wasn’t brave enough to face this.

That was until Hoseok had texted him to meet up for a ‘cafeteria date’ a couple of days after. Jungkook didn’t think much of it. He liked spending time with the older student, in awe about how outgoing he was and how many people knew Hoseok. They never ignored Jungkook, when Hoseok was around. So, they smiled at him, greeted the younger with a nod and Jungkook blushed and waved awkwardly most of the time. Just not this time.

Jungkook had jumped up the last couple of stairs to the music department, where the students could work and produce songs for their exams. He had been here a few times, helping out Hoseok with lending his voice for a song. Jungkook leaned against the locker, playing around nervously with a soft pink sweater that he had chosen that morning while waiting. He was smiling to himself, humming quietly when the tune got stuck in his throat and Jungkook’s eyes fell onto Yoongi again. They were talking, laughing and Jungkook was sure he’d never heard a more beautiful sound in his life.

He was frozen on the spot, cheeks aflamed as they neared.

Yoongi hadn’t told Hoseok anything about his run-ins with his shy friend and even though he felt a little guilty for it he couldn’t help but greedily keep those incidents to himself. He would have loved to ask Hoseok more about Jungkook - but he was a little scared that Hoseok would have told him to keep his hands off of Jungkook. And he didn’t want to ruin their friendship just because his mind had decided to become obsessed with the young boy. There was just so much to wonder about him; how he and Hoseok could be friends when Hobi looked like he was like five years older, what exactly Jungkook was studying, what he liked to do, who his friends were besides Hobi, if he was in a relationship and last but not least: how someone so obviously soft and innocent could even surface in a world like this!

Yoongi barely functioned on coffee and cynicism, sarcasm and leather jackets with some great portion of music thrown in the mix. He doubted very much that Jungkook had seen nothing but butterflies and roses all his life so he wondered how the younger had managed to stay himself without hiding behind a hardened shell (like he learned to do).

Hoseok’s smile grew even brighter when he spotted the young boy, waving him over and immediately pulling him in and throwing his arm over Jungkook’s shoulder. Jungkook didn’t mind. But what he did mind was, what Hoseok said next.

“I hope you’re fine with Yoongi joining us. He’s only got five coffees this morning and he doesn’t function if he hadn’t got a sixth one before lunch…so he’s tagging along.” Hoseok ruffled through his long, curly hair and Jungkook nodded hesitantly, pushing his glasses back up his nose. With Hoseok having his arm around him, Jungkook didn’t have to look at Yoongi. It was enough to know that he was only one step away from him. If he wanted to, Jungkook could reach over now and touch him or his jacket. Peeking over, Jungkook let his gaze wander from Yoongi’s shoes up to the notch of his belt and to the white, dirty shirt he was wearing until he realized Yoongi was looking right back at him. Quickly, Jungkook turned to look at Hoseok instead, trying to concentrate on what he was telling them about the music he had been working on and not how fast his heart was beating. He was about to go and have lunch with Yoongi.

Well, Yoongi and Hoseok. But it still counted.

Suddenly, Hoseok froze on the spot, slapping himself on the forehead, startling Jungkook effectively with it. “I’m so dumb! Excuse my bad manners,” Hoseok stepped away from the younger and Jungkook lost his safety net completely, fighting the urge to reach out and hold onto the hem of the other’s shirt. “Yoongi?” He looked at his best friend and then pointed at Jungkook, “That’s Jungkook…Jungkook, this is Yoongi.”

Yoongi played along, reaching out his hand politely while waiting for Jungkook to put his hand far enough out of his sweater paw that they could shake hands.

“Hello Jungkook. Nice to finally meet you.” He winked at him as if they were sharing a secret and they kinda were. He was sure that Jungkook could communicate in some way that Hoseok could understand (he wasn’t sure if his friend understood sign language but he definitely could read) so he was curious to know why Jungkook hadn’t told Hoseok about them meeting twice. He doubted that Jungkook had forgotten him and the way the younger acted around him gave him right. Jungkook definitely remembered. Though what were the boys motives to not tell Hobi? Was he also afraid that Hoseok would keep them from interacting? Did that mean Jungkook liked him? Despite what had happened last time? Or was he maybe just too embarrassed to tell anyone about their encounters?

Jungkook couldn’t back down now. His eyes flickered towards Hoseok who was looking as pleased as ever, as if growing his group of friends was the only thing that mattered while Jungkook had a whole meltdown inside. What was he thinking? That he could just reach out and let Yoongi touch him without consequences? That he wouldn’t freak out and probably melt right on the fucking spot? Or maybe he’d burst in flames or something alike, with the way his cheeks were blushing. But he couldn’t let them think he was to shy for a handshake either. He was a young, somewhat confident man. He could do this.

Maybe.

So, Jungkook reached out his sweater covered hand but the moment Yoongi reached out for his, wanting to shake his like normal people did, Jungkook slipped right out of his grip again leaving him to hold on to a fluffy sweater paw instead. Yoongi looked completely dumbfounded holding onto the sweater, while Jungkook had to keep himself from grinning, his cheeks puffing, teeth showing and making him resemble the cutest bunny Yoongi had ever seen. Instead of feeling offended Yoongi felt himself smiling along as if Jungkook’s happy smile was infectious. The younger’s shoulders had went up, his cheeks bunching and he suddenly knew who Hoseok meant when he spoke on the phone about “bunny” or “Bunbun”.

He had thought it was a girl that Hoseok liked to flirt with but with living proof in front of him he just knew it had to be Jungkook. He couldn’t have looked more bunny like not even with long, fluffy ears and a carrot in hands. His smile brought out his bunny teeth and Yoongi just wanted to fluff through the boy’s curly hair like you’d pet a rabbit that was too cute not to pet.

“Okay,” Confusion was written all over Hoseok’s face, mixed with something like surprise or cringe, “That was…awkward.” Shaking his head, he put both his arms around his friends, slipping back perfectly into his happy persona and completely ignored the way his friends had looked at each other.

“So, what’s for lunch?”

When they walked passed the daily menu, Jungkook just simply pointed at something. “Just that?” Hoseok asked, raising his eyebrows, “Usually you eat way more…but fine with me. It’s on me. I haven’t forgotten my wallet this time.” He waved it around in the air proudly and already got in line. Jungkook immediately used the chance to search for a table for them in the crowded space and to get away from Yoongi for a moment. He needed to calm himself, take a few deep breaths. Just enough to survive without air for as long as Yoongi was around him.

Yoongi observed the two together, noticing how naturally Hoseok talked to Jungkook while never expecting an answer back. Maybe Hobi had even told him before that one of his friends was mute and he had just forgotten? Now he felt stupid asking if Jungkook could talk. He should probably just go along with this, avoiding asking Jungkook questions that he couldn’t answer with a nod or head shake and then see what would happen. They brought their tablets filled with food to the table that Jungkook was waiting at, hoseok balancing two tablets at once as he had youngers’s lunch as well. Yoongi had put a bit of distance between himself and the wobbling plates of food, just to be safe. When Hoseok placed down the tablet in front of Jungkook the younger didn’t say ‘thank you’, instead his eyes flickered over to Yoongi before his mouth closed again and instead he just took Hoseok's hand, squeezing it once before letting go again. Hoseok who normally screeched if someone was ‘disrespectful’ accepted it without so much as a glimpse, as if it was a natural thing between them.

“Yoongi, have you finished your recording already? I wanted to work in the studio tomorrow. You down?” Hoseok was talking with his mouth full, not caring if anyone else could hear their conversation while Jungkook was taking small bites, his eyes stuck on the plate. He was listening carefully though, nodding or shaking his head whenever it was about him or showing with his fingers how many times he’d won the Street dance Contest. “It’s where we met actually. Jungkook and Jimin came by the dance academy that day and he swept everyone off their feet.” Hoseok nudged Jungkook’s side who only blushed.

Why was Hoseok talking about him? Couldn’t he shut up? He wasn’t great. It was sheer luck that he had won the competition twice in a row.

“Anyways, back to you,” Hoseok nodded over to Yoongi, softly soothing over Jungkook’s back, “You still fucking that exchange student?”

Out of the corner of his eyes Yoongi saw how Jungkook held his breath, almost choking on his food in the process when Hoseok so casually mentioned his latest hook up. “Nah, it was a temporary thing from the beginning and we haven’t seen each other since the last party. “Why, do you want me to give him your number?” They were always teasing each other, pushing and pulling while he could always trust Hoseok to know which lines he could cross and which were untouchable. He felt incredible safe around him but it seemed a common thing for Hobi, making people feel at ease. Not Jungkook apparently as the younger was still little tense and very much silent.

“No, sorry I study to get better grades.” Hoseok cocked his head aside with a mischievous smile. “We all know why you chose him. Your taste in lovers had been better before. You know he was annoying Namjoon yesterday while he was recording something, knocking on the door and asking for you. Are you ignoring calls again?” He raised an eyebrow, shaking his head, “You’re really something.” Hoseok turned to Jungkook, patting the younger’s hair softly while he was still talking to Yoongi, “This is the third person this month. I want an explanation.”

Jungkook looked down at his hands, feeling that he was at the wrong place right now but Hoseok didn’t seem to mind, thinking that scolding Yoongi in front of others would maybe make him come back to his senses.

But Yoongi was that: a heartbreaker. Nothing more. Nothing less. And Jungkook felt awful.

It worked pretty well; Yoongi who normally didn’t give a damn about his reputation now felt painfully uncomfortable to be outed like that in front of Jungkook. “How about we spare Jungkookie the mental scars and discuss my sex life sometime else? Unless you want me to tell you all the glorious details that you seem so interested in.” He could only hope that Hoseok would back down now because he would not talk about this in front of Jungkook who looked as if he was getting smaller by the second, probably remembering how his sleep had been interrupted at that party.

Did Yoongi just call him ‘Jungkookie’? Out of all nicknames, Yoongi had chosen his favorite one and it even sounded better coming from him. Jungkook was screaming internally and he was sure his heart just skipped a couple of beats.

Hoseok was still shaking his head when he got up and took the now empty trays to put them back. “Since when do you care, huh?” He was still poking at Yoongi, but then let it fall, when he walked back to the cafeteria, much to Yoongi’s surprise. Hoseok had eaten two burgers, how the hell could he still be hungry? Jungkook on the other hand waited patiently, swaying softly back and forth with a happy smile on his face. He knew exactly what Hoseok was doing.

Yoongi used their small ‘alone time’ to talk about what had been on his mind since the had left the party. “Hey, uhm - I just wanted to say sorry for last time. It’s not really an excuse but I was drunk and desperate and... yeah well, you probably know how it is...” He hesitated, trying to imagine Jungkook drunk and desperate but the image kind of clashed with the soft boy in front of him with his doe eyes and bunny smile who looked way too gentle to get drunk on purpose. “Or maybe you don’t, anyway, I hope you’re not mad at me - and that you could sleep a little after I brought you back. I didn’t do anything else, I swear. I’m not that much of an asshole.” Jungkook wasn’t looking at Yoongi while he was talking. His eyes were stuck on his shoes like glue. Shrugging his shoulders, Jungkook simply waved it off. He didn’t mind it. It was just how Yoongi was and Jungkook, he didn’t fit in that picture. He didn’t look good in leather jackets or in bed with strangers. Jungkook kept silent, but he listened attentively.

“And also.. thanks, uhm, for not telling Hoseok. He’d go berserk on me if he knew that I brought you in trouble. So I appreciate you saving my ass.”

When Yoongi was telling him so casually that he’d been the one bringing Jungkook back, his eyes widened like saucer plates and he gulped heavily against the lump in his throat. Not that it would give him anything. He still couldn’t talk. Couldn’t utter a single word. He rendered Jungkook speechless, over and over again.

Jungkook was almost glad when Hoseok came back, popsicle in hand, so it gave him the perfect opportunity to shift his thoughts from: YOONGI CARRIED YOU BACK IN BED - freak out to ice cream. But then Hoseok mumbled something about toilets, running off in a matter of seconds and leaving them alone again.

When Hoseok came back Yoongi was about to tease him for his “mini milk” ice cream, one of the most simple popsicles, creamy and white that tasted like plain vanilla milk - although the words got stuck in his throat when Hoseok gave it to Jungkook who accepted it as if he had been waiting for it. And then Hoseok left again, as if he hadn’t just brought Yoongi’s dirty fantasies to life right in front of him.

Jungkook’s gaze flickered over to Yoongi for a moment and then back to his ice cream. He had wanted to tell Yoongi that it had been no big deal but concentrating on the popsicle and only the popsicle seemed like the better option right now. It felt a little easier to get used to Yoongi’s presence. Or at least, it felt a little more okay. He could probably never get used to his beauty. But if Jungkook just didn’t look at him, he didn’t need to think about it – so, everything was fine.

Yoongi tried not to look or react to it, he really did but his eyes flickered over to Jungkook nonetheless, following the way his pink tongue came out to lick at the cool shaft, lips wet and slick from the melting ice cream. With everyone else he would have sworn that they knew what they were doing to him but not Jungkook; the boy didn’t even look, he just concentrated on his ice cream as if nothing else mattered, giving the popsicle so much attention that Yoongi was getting dizzy from trying to push the mental images it evoked back into the darker corners of his mind. He failed miserably. It was so easy to see something else in Jungkook's hands, to let the younger’s cute tongue play with something else, have his mouth filled with something just as white and creamy... he groaned involuntarily, biting his lip in panic the second he realized that he had actually made that sound.

Sucking on the popsicle, Jungkook was effectively ignoring Yoongi, until he had the audacity to groan. A beautiful, low groan that came right from Yoongi’s mouth, so that Jungkook stopped, lips parted slightly and eyes big in surprise, blinking at the other innocently. He wanted to ask: “Are you okay?” but nothing more than a nod of his head into Yoongi’s direction happened.

But Yoongi only blushed hard, the rosy color contrasting against his pale skin as he whipped his head away, closing his eyes to just not look at Jungkook any longer.

A/N: Tadah!!!! This is just a sweet little, shorter story for in between the bigger ones. This is the first of two chapters! How did you like it? Cat and I wanted to write a tooth rotting fluffy “cliche” like story and yet, give it the little twist of Jungkook not being able to talk in front of Yoongi. ;) I mean, who could blame him?

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finleytm · 4 years

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「 shawn mendes. cismale. he/him. 」i hope that #lexsquad member「 FINLEY MORALES 」adds me to the squad ! the 「 TWENTY-THREE 」year old 「 PHYSIOLOGY 」 major has been apart of the squad since 「 FEBRUARY 2020 」and seems to be the 「 OPTIMIST 」of the group.「 FIN 」is a「 JUNIOR 」 and seems to enjoy 「 READING IN THE LIBRARY 」but you can always find them at a squad party , too !

good evening ! i don’t have a single ounce of self control so here’s my second baby , finley , a soft lil artist + nerd who just wants everyone to be happy , but understands that that’s unrealistic so he hopes everyone is doing okay , at the very least.

STATISTICS.

full name : finley angel morales

major : physiology

orientation : panseuxal

hometown : rochester , ny.

height : 6′3

build : muscular , built.

BACKGROUND.

finley was born in portugal , but they moved when he was three so he only remembers living in new york ! his dad is from portugal and his moms from ny.

his parents met & fell in love when his mom was visiting portugal and they ended up moving back to new york after lil fin was born !

his parents were always that picture perfect kinda love that fin looked up to

and then when fin when in high school his dad kinda went off the wall , cheating and all this nonsense and oop , finley has a little half sister named flora. she’s 8 now and the cutest lil thing ever.

his parents separated for a year , but ended up getting back together. fin doesn’t exactly approve , and their marriage hasn’t really been the same since , but he doesn’t say anything about it.

other than that , fin was raised to be kind & respectful & positive. his mom is like this sweet , right light in his life. definitely a mommas boys.

fin is super , super smart ! goal wise , he’s in school to get his undergrad in physiology , and then he plans on going to med school to be a pediatric doctor bc he loves kids :( and has a knack for learning about the body & medical stuff. smart lil brain.

he also minors in art history literally for fun !!! no reason behind it. he just loves art and the history of art. he just didn’t see what being an art major would get him.

speaking of art , he’s very talented in art + loves to paint and draw. he has an instagram just for his art and he does commissions.

going to lex was a total spur of the moment decision + he hates being away from his family.

PERSONALITY.

soft. so , so soft. not incredibly gullible , but has a gentle nature.

looks on the bright side of literally everything. failed a test ? there’s always more. got your heartbroken ? time will heal that !

a very , very good friend ! will keep ur secrets. will call u when you’re bored. will buy u lunch just to be nice.

he’ll definitely stand up for himself if he needs to , but he’s more likely to stay quiet because he doesn’t like confrontation.

a lil sensitive. gets bothered easily but just gets quiet & will go away until he feels better.

has a super cute sense of humor. makes lil jokes and books and doesn’t generally think he’s funny but can tend to put a good joke out there.

generally a pretty ... Good Boy u know

doesn’t really smoke / drink / etc. he goes to parties but he’s only been drunk once in his life.

can be a little oblivious ! will have not a single clue you’re flirting with him.

blushes easily. easily intimidated.

a Bi King

HEADCANONS.

speaks english , portugese , spanish , & asl.

works at smithies when he’s not in class. !

wears sweaters even if it’s hot. or overalls.

has the MOST unruly , ridiculous hair in the world. it’s so cute but its so curly.

literally loves to read ? always reading. runs into walls bc hes walking and reading.

goes to the gym every morning at 6 am before classes.

wears contacts + sometimes wears glasses.

a bit of a perfectionist. organized notes. everything is in order. neat as fuck.

obsessed w/ disney movies and shakespeare.

a tall , soft , kind boy. :(

idk anymore im tired this is all u get rn.

CONNECTIONS.

i’m gonna make a page but for now :

someone break his heart , please. please , i’ll beg !

best friend / dorm mate !

a cute lil confidant kinda thing

a lil saucy fwb bc i feel like he’s only slept w/ like ... two people so i feel like this would be different as fuck for him ( bonus if he gets attached + they just wanna fuck ! )

a bad influence for him. god. get him drunk. get him high. something !

maybe ..... enemies ?

that’s all i got rn , but here’s his pinterest !

#lex.intro #please .... this is all i have to offer you ....

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yoonjinkooked · 5 years

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lockdown | (m) - Chapter 2

moodboard by @flajka

pairing; jungkook/female OC genre; college au, strangers to lovers, smut and tiny bit of fluff too, humor ofc rating; explicit words; 6.209

— synopsis; Eunhee is in trouble and facing a deadline - in comes curly haired jungkook to save her life, make her laugh and maybe, just maybe, fuck her brains out. When the two end up locked in a building overnight, who knows what will happen?

warnings (for this chapter): cursing, OC still really wants to murder Tae, banter, cute Kook, slightly cocky Kook, an abundance of sexual tension, mentions of sex, drinking, mentiones of an ex (Seokjin)

A/N: I didn’t think I’d finish this this fast. Next chapter will be more challenging but i’m ready for it - i’m not sure if you are. Next chapter will be pure smut.

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

“So, this folder is basically… Your paparazzi photos?”

I have tried to rationalize it and sure, the guy does have a reason behind it but at the end of the day, he’s just a guy with a camera, taking photos of people who are not aware of it, more often than not.

He shakes his head at my words and chuckles. “You are making it sound a lot creepier than it actually is. I am the official photographer. Whenever a student enrolls our college they need to sign a bunch of papers. It has a clause about campus promotional photos or something like that, which makes this very much legal,” he explains.

“True, very true. Doesn’t make it any less creepy through,” I joke, mentally high-fiving myself when he actually laughs this time around. I needed this comfort prize after my miserable attempt from earlier.

“You know, boss lady, these are the only photos you have,” the stupid hood is covering his face too much for me to see his expression but he sounds… cocky. “I wouldn’t complain about them too much if I were you,” he adds.

“I’m not complaining,” I lift my hands up in surrender. “I’m just saying it like it is. Paparazzi.”

“Art.”

“Whatever floats your boat,” I say, laughing in relief when I realized he did not take me seriously. I was walking a dangerous line between joking with him and genuinely making fun of his profession, which is not something I want to do. The same way I wouldn’t enjoy being called a tabloid internet researcher instead of a journalist-to-be, I doubt he would enjoy being called a paparazzi. I did it in good humor and despite the earlier awkwardness, he was going along with it now.

“On a more serious note, I’m not sure how many of these can be usable,” he points at the monitor. “I hope you will have enough. You can just go through them and select the ones you deem usable.”

“That was supposed to be your job!”

“I’m still here, aren’t I?”

Bless him for turning around. If only for a few seconds, I have a chance to actually see him properly. He is very good looking, that was obvious from the get-go. His facial features are either childlike or very manly. His jaw is as sharp as one of the knives I bought recently and yet his nose looks beyond boop-able. Jeongguk, with a hood covering his face and all, is a ridiculously good looking man.

He’s looking directly at me too and it feels like this is the first time tonight he had done so. It doesn’t last long enough for me to actually feel uncomfortable or alert but my heart went berserk once again.

Calm down, woman. He’s here and he’s hot and it’s not the end of the world.

“Let’s do this then,” I nod towards the monitor.

Jeongguk could not specify how many photos he has to offer but the folder told me it carries 3000 photos. Of course, some of them are far from perfect but with 3000 photos at our disposal, I can only hope we can select 100 or so decent ones, to go with the 24 he brought to me earlier.

Without much commotion, Jeongguk and I start working. He starts his laptop as I transfer all the photos to Hobi’s PC. Then, he transfers them as well and one by one, we go over them. As soon as I find one that I think can be usable, I read out the number, he finds it and goes down to editing. Soon enough, he is unable to keep up with me and I need to write down the numbers as he manipulates the photos to perfection. We work in silence and in about half an hour, we have 10 photos ready to go.

Knowing that my ass is most likely saved, I have a chance to relax and actually pay attention to his work. He truly does have an eye for it, that much is painfully obvious. Guilt takes over me as I realize I have never paid much attention to photography. It’s simply not something I would focus on unless it is closely related to my work. I’ve always known Taehyung and Jeongguk, or as he was known before this, G.C.F guy, were good but this truly is something else.

He has a talent to capture people in that moment, that one moment, when no masks are worn and no fake smiles are shared. Looking at photos of random students, some of whom are vaguely familiar, some of whom are my friends and others I am sure I’ve never even seen before… It’s almost scary how he can capture that one moment with such precision. I could never do that, I just know it.

“What?” Jeongguk’s voice startles me. I look at him in confusion and he points at the photo. “You have been staring at it for like a whole minute. What’s wrong with it?” he asks.

“Nothing,” I shake my head. “It’s perfect. I mean, look at her – she looks tired but genuine. The smile she has is genuine. No matter how little sleep she had the night before, no matter how many tests she had that day, she cracked a genuine smile and you caught it,” I keep my eyes on the girl in the photo. I know her face but her name escapes me – I doubt I’ve ever even talked to her. A complete stranger to me, yet I can imagine her entire story in this photo, this one photo, because Jeongguk was at the right place, at the right time. He is, very literally, capturing perfect little moments.

“Sounds like you understand photography better than you think.”

I turn to him, already expecting my heart to do its thing and sure enough, when I see barely a hint of a smile on his face, the bastard betrays me and starts beating faster.

This is what happens when the only men you communicate with on a daily basis are either teachers or friends whom you could never be attracted to, despite them being ridiculously attractive. It is high time I get laid. Maybe then my heart would stop overreacting.

After this particular moment, I decide it might be better to be quiet. Does that make everything awkward? Sure it does. But it’s pretty darn better than actually giving myself the chance to talk, only to end up blurting out something along the lines of ‘I think you’re hot’. My ‘for work’ spotify playlist is good enough to make the entire situation bearable, as we nod our heads to the rhythm.

On and on we go, until I am suddenly looking at myself.

“Oh.”

It’s a photo of me and Seokjin. I can’t be sure when it was taken, but my short sleeves and the fact we haven’t been together for months now tells me that it was probably at the start of the school year. We are walking hand in hand, both smiling. Jeongguk captured a beautiful, genuine moment.

“Well, you are the ‘it couple’ of our campus,” Jeongguk shrugs.

“Were,” I correct him. “This is obviously an old photo. Seokjin and I are no longer together. Haven’t been for months,” I explain and watch as he nods in understanding.

“That explains the recent lack of photos of the ‘it couple’,” he jokes and I roll my eyes, knowing that unfortunately, he isn’t the first person to give us that title.

Seokjin and I spent two good years together. We were in the same circle of friends. Both focused on our studies and not so much about party life. As a couple, we made sense. But time passes and feelings fade, one thing led to another and suddenly, after two years of being in a solid relationship, I was single. There was no drama, no hard feelings and no bad words. Just two people going their separate ways.

“Keep an eye on Namjoon,” I give him a knowing look. “If he plays his cards right, maybe, just maybe, he has a chance with Hyejin. They could take Seokjin and me any day.”

“Debatable, but I’ll keep that in mind,” he tells me. For reasons unknown to my sanity, I find this incredibly funny and of course, I let out the most embarrassing snort laughter I could have possibly mustered. I don’t even bow my head in shame – that ship had sailed a while ago. “Okay, I’m starving. I’m gonna go and buy us a pizza. While I’m away, you can keep on selecting the photos you want,” he tells me as he flings the backpack onto his back.

“Can you like… promise me you’ll come back and not just run away?” I ask. It’s stupid, I know it is. Even if he is planning to leave me to fend for myself, he obviously isn’t going to say it to my face. Sadly, I am the kind of person who needs reassurance more often than not. I really need it now.

“Of course I won’t run away,” Jeongguk laughs and finally, for the first time tonight, he pulls the hood away from his face. Despite the office’s shitty lighting, I can finally see him well. His face is stunning, absolutely stunning. Clear skin, beautiful round eyes, cutest nose ever, cheeks that puff up when he smiles, like he is doing right now. “Here. I’ll even offer this. Pinky promise,” he lifts his right hand and offers me his extended pinky.

“Shit just got real,” I deadpan and I think I melted a little bit on the inside when he started laughing. “Pinky promise for life,” I link my pinky with his own before remembering an important detail I have overlooked. “What kind of pizza are you getting?”

“Pepperoni with extra cheese, duh,” he says it like that is the most obvious thing in the world.

“I like you more with each passing minute, Jeongguk,” I conclude.

“Right back at you,” he smiles for what feels like the tenth time in the last minute. “I’ll be right back. Get those photos ready so we can fix this shit,” he tells me, let’s go of my pinky and off he goes.

I am left giddy, smiling like a fool and fighting an overwhelming urge to giggle. Tonight is making me feel like a teenager with a dumb crush and strangely enough, I don’t think that I dislike the feeling. I haven’t truly focused on an attractive male since Seokjin and I were in the flirting phase. Jeongguk is… interesting. Very good looking and nice enough to catch my attention. I don’t know more than that but I wouldn’t mind finding out. Or maybe we could end up taking a different direction, with him giving me a decent fuck before we forget all about each other. Would that be a shame or would it be worth it?

For the love of everything Eunhee, focus on your work. There will be time for flirting and fucking later.

“Hey,” Jeongguk startles me when he walks back inside the office.

“There is no way you are Flash.”

“No, the door is locked,” he laughs. “Could you give me your keys?”

“What door?” I frown, confused. He literally just walked through a very much unlocked door.

“This part of the building. The big glass door? Eunhee, why are you looking at me like that?” he asks, but I am already on my feet and running out the office.

“I don’t have a key Jeongguk,” I yell back as I run towards the door. I get to it and I try to open – nope, locked. I try to jiggle it open, which is as stupid as it is useless. The door remains there, unopened, as if it is mocking me, us. I don’t have the strength in me to ride out another wave of panic.

“It’s not the end of the world,” Jeongguk tells me. “We can’t get pizza but we have the vending machine. And by the time we are done, we can call Namjoon or Tae. They’re at Jimin’s party, so they will definitely be awake. They can come and get us out in no time when we are done,” he reassures me.

“Jeongguk, Namjoon doesn’t have this key either,” I sigh in defeat as I turn my back to the door to face him. “And seeing as none of us who work here all the time have the keys, I doubt Taehyung has them either. I suppose we can try to call campus security, maybe they have a spare key but if they don’t, we’re stuck here until the cleaners stop by.”

“When do the cleaners stop by?” he asks.

“Last time I pulled an all-nighter here, they showed up around 6AM,” I tell him before looking at the clock hanging on the wall right behind him. “That means we are stuck here for… seven hours.”

“Not the end of the world,” Jeongguk shrugs casually. “We have a lot of work to do anyways. A pizza would have been nice but we won’t starve in six hours. I say we focus on getting the magazine ready for printing and then just like… nap or something.”

If I wasn’t running low on energy already, I would have taken this situation seriously. If I were my usual self, the campus security guards would already be on their way here to lock us out. But at this point, at with Jeongguk being so casual about it, I no longer have any shits left to give. Besides, as he had pointed out, we have hours of work ahead of us. Chances are we would have been stuck here with or without the door being locked.

And maybe, just maybe, somewhere in the back of my mind is the thought that this might be the only chance I will ever have to spend an extended amount of time with this guy who is making me into a nervous, giddy teenage girl. Not the worst way to spend a few spare hours.

“I agree,” I sigh and force a smile at Jeongguk. “Let’s get back to work and then we’ll figure it out.”

Until 1AM, we are working mostly in silence, listening to music and occasionally chatting about casual things – usually the people in our selected photos, whether we know them or not and how if we do.

“What made you chose photography?” I ask him. I am slowly growing bored, seeing as my work was already done – I am now waiting for him to edit the selected photos. Of course, I’m not just sitting around doing nothing. Hobi’s design still needs to be finished and one by one, I am transferring the done photos as soon as he finishes them. Right now, however, I am waiting for the next one.

“I don’t know, really,” he shrugs, not even bothering to look away from the monitor as he does his editing magic. “I suppose getting a solid camera for my twelfth birthday was a turning point. Back then, I wasn’t so attached to it but I remember my parents insisting that I should be the one to take photos whenever we would travel somewhere. They said my photos always turn out the best. Then as I got older, I discovered work by other photographers. I suppose that was it.

“Are there any photographers in particular that have peaked your interest?” I ask.

“Well, Ansel Adams is an obvious answer,” he chuckles. “It depends on the genre. Testino is the best when it comes to fashion photography but that was never my thing – doesn’t make him any less brilliant. Annie Leibovitz too. I can throw out a few names but I doubt you’d know them – same way I don’t know if I could name a handful of journalists. Adams, Robert Frank and Cartier Bresson would be my favorites.”

“I feel uneducated,” I admit. “I know so little about it.”

“Hey, I just told you I doubt I could be able to name a few journalists,” he chuckles. “We all know the things we are interested in – that is very normal. But what about you? Why this? Why editing, journalism, writing?”

“I wanted to be a novelist for the longest time,” I confess. “Before I could really get into it, I realized that maybe journalism might be my thing. My dad is a journalist. It would be idiotic of me to say that I wasn’t influenced by that in some ways. I saw the good and bad sides of it and decided to go through with it anyways.”

“What are the bad sides?” he asks.

“Well, it depends on what one chooses to focus on. If you are an investigative journalist and dedicate your life to uncovering corruption and crime, it can range from death threats to actually being murdered in cold blood. My dad’s an expert in analytic journalism, which means no death threats but he was away a lot. It was never ideal but it could always be worse.”

“And what about you? Which area do you want to go in?” Jeongguk asks. It’s been such a long time since I’ve seen someone take a genuine interest in my soon-to-be profession. I feel flattered.

“Honestly, I have no idea,” I admit. “Ideally, I’d like to work in investigative journalism but the side effects of it sometimes just seem like too much for me. Not to mention that with how the media is evolving, I’m not sure that would put the bread on my table. By the looks of it, I am bound to end up working as a blogger for a fashion magazine or something like that. Maybe I’ll end up being an editor, if I work hard and have luck on my side.”

“You never know,” Jeongguk tells me. “Hard work will get you places. You seem dedicated and intelligent. Although your music taste is slightly questionable,” he adds. I am about to ask why he would diss my music taste but to my horror, I recognize the song that is playing – I can’t remember the name, don’t know the artist but the singer is singing about how she is horny, horny, horny, horny tonight.

I just close my eyes, trying hard not to laugh when I hear him laughing at my reaction. I struggle to keep a poker face, but I manage. “Let’s just pretend this did not happen.”

“Nah, I will remind you of it whenever I see you in the years to come,” he jokes.

“Whatever, it’s a solid song,” I roll my eyes jokingly, enjoying this kind of teasing. He’s getting more and more comfortable around me and I am enjoying it. The more he talks, the more I realize how funny he really is. “You’ve heard my spotify playlists – you know me better than most people do.”

“True, music can tell you a lot about somebody,” he agrees. “But if I’m being honest here, your playlists only raise more questions.”

“Such as?”

“Well, it went from heavy emotional damage with Lana Del Rey,” he starts counting on his fingers. “We had a callback to teenage emo phase with ‘Fall Out Boy’, took a quick turn with ‘Whitesnake’ and now we ended up with 90s dance music about horniness. The question that is practically jumping out is what the hell you were smoking when you created such a mess of a playlist?” he asks through laughter.

“Shut up,” I jokingly punch him on the shoulder. “I was running on coffee and a lack of sleep.”

“Whatever you say, boss lady,” he grins at me. “You’re weird but likeable.”

Cue the butterflies. I say nothing but I know, I just know, he can see the stupid grin stretching on my face. I am flattered and he knows it. We are inches away to full-blown flirting and honestly, I love it.

“Done?” he looks over at me, eyebrows raised.

“Done,” I confirm, leaning back in my chair. “Four years of studying this shit only to have to finish my career as the school paper editor literally 30 minutes before the printing deadline.”

“You’re at the finish line, that’s all that matters,” he shrugs, looking like the textbook definition of the word casual as he makes himself more comfortable on the chair, folding and sitting on his legs. “I’m the only one who knows just how nuts you went these last couple of hours and I’ll never tell.”

“No way I trust you,” I roll my eyes. “We’ve met just hours ago – I’m going to need more than just puppy dog eyes to make me believe you?”

“Puppy dog eyes?” he questions but I just shake my head, positive that the blush in my cheeks speaks for itself.

“I just have one more thing to finish,” I mumble as I scroll down to the credits page, finding the photography section. “What’s your full name?”

“Jeon Jeongguk. Why?”

“Because all the photos we have used tonight are yours,” I tell him as I highlight Taehyung’s name and backspace it into oblivion – that’s the price he pays for nearly sabotaging me inadvertently. And also, I am allowed to do that, since none of the photos are actually his. So, I type Jeon Jeongguk, G.C. F.

“You don’t have to do that,” he shakes his head, suddenly switching back to the shy guy he was when he first knocked on the office door. “I’m okay with it remaining the same.”

“I’m not – it’s your work,” I say as I attach the file to the email addressed to our printers, who will probably murder me for doing this last minute. “And done,” I click send.

“Now we nap?” he suggests.

“Or we can just… I don’t know? Talk?” I suggest.

I don’t know how to say that I want to get to know him better, maybe flirt with him and set the foundation for a chance of a good fuck later down the road, without actually saying it.

“We can talk,” he nods and I could swear there’s a hint of a smirk on his face, but it disappears before I can confirm that it’s not just a product of my imagination and wishful thinking.

There is just something about him, something I couldn’t voice, even if I wanted to. A strange kind of appeal, the golden middle between shy and cute on one side and cocky and hot on the other. The changes between the two make my interest in him grow with each passing minute.

It’s been a while since I simply wanted someone to grab me and kiss me, hard.

And I can’t say it like that because so far, he hasn’t given me a single sign that he’d be up for it. That’s exactly why I want to talk. I want to talk and see where this can go and if I have to pull out some liquid courage to make it happen, I will not hesitate.

“You know, Namjoon has an emergency stash,” I smile when I see how he looks up at me in interest. “In normal circumstances, I wouldn’t dare touch it,” I say as I stand up and head for Joon’s desk, eyes on the bottom drawer. I crouch down; jiggle the drawer two times, like he always does. It’s still a little bit stuck but with one solid pull, I manage to open in. A grin grows on my face – there lies an unopened bottle of Absolut Citron – my safety net for tonight. “I don’t think these are normal circumstances,” I add, waving the bottle and giving Jeongguk a suggestive look. “You up for it?”

“Hell yeah.”

Half a mug of vodka later, I find myself laughing at Jeongguk’s fairly stupid story about how Taehyung once almost set fire to the apartment the two of them share.

“That guy is such a hazard,” I laugh.

“Maybe, but he’s also my best friend,” he comments. “You take the risks.”

“Tell me about it,” I snort. “Try being friends with Kim Namjoon. Not a month goes by without me driving him to the hospital because he injured himself in the stupidest way possible.”

“I always thought the two of you were a thing,” Jeongguk tells me, catching me completely by surprise because that’s just about the last think I expected to hear. “I mean, before I realized that Seokjin and you are a thing. Were a thing,” he corrects himself.

“Namjoon is the last person on this planet that would want to have anything other than friendship with me,” I laugh. “It goes both ways but I have a feeling the guy would rather walk barefoot on legos than have a fling or a relationship with me.”

“Why?” he asks. Simple question, complicated answer.

“He knows me too well,” I shrug.

“Oh no,” Jeongguk laughs. “No way I’m gonna let you cop out of that one. The conversation is finally turning interesting.”

“Thanks.”

“That’s not what I meant,” he laughs. “Now elaborate. Why not?”

Is this a can of worms I want to open? Probably not. “How honest do you want me to be?” I ask anyways.

“As honest as vodka can make you at 4AM,” he smiles and for the hundredth time tonight, I have to fight the urge to coo at him.

“Joon always calls me an overachiever,” I sigh before pausing to think about how to explain what’s fundamentally wrong with me as a person. Sadly, that’s not an easy task. “Even as a teenager, I’d always know what I wanted, I would aim for it and I’d get it. Dedicated, hardworking, obsessive – call it whatever. The problem occurs whenever I realize that I can’t have it all. No one can, it’s normal, right? Not for me. I still go for it, I hit the brick wall repeatedly but I make a crack in it, I pull the bricks out and I knock it down enough for me to pass.”

“That’s admirable, not bad,” Jeongguk interrupts me. “I wish I was more like that.”

“No, you don’t,” I chuckle, pausing to chug some vodka down because I am absolutely not drunk enough for this. “The problem starts when other aspects of your life start paying the price. For example, Seokjin. I could never put him before my work. Never, ever.”

“Isn’t that normal?” he asks, looking confused as he changes his position so that he is leaning on the wall. He is also a solid foot closer to me now and I am not complaining. “I don’t know how the two of you have functioned but isn’t it ridiculous to think that one’s romantic partner should be the center of one’s life?” he asks.

“Thank you,” I nod my head. “I tried to justify it like that. I still believe in that, too.”

“Is that why you and Seokjin are no longer together?” he asks.

“That’s even more complicated,” I let out a chuckle. “It just… it ran beyond the expiration date. I can’t explain it without sounding like a bitch because I was with him for two years and he really is an amazing guy but that just… that wasn’t me. He wanted me to invest more in the relationship and while that is completely fair, it’s not what I wanted to do. That is what made me realize that we were heading nowhere. When you don’t want to make the extra effort, that’s alarming.”

“It’s also the way life goes,” he shrugs. I am impressed and envious of how casual he sees the things that were absolutely not casual to me. “If you think about it, every relationship in your life will either end in a break up or with a happily ever after. Literally, every relationship.”

Shit, he’s right. “I never thought about it like that.”

“I have,” he chuckles. “Whenever I realize it’s going nowhere and it’s not my happily ever after, I end it. That’s why I’m single. It’s easier to just… not date anyone than to tell every single person that yeah, that’s not it. Sorry. Thanks for the time,” he adds and I laugh.

“True, that does sound wrong,” I agree. “I’ve been fighting the feeling that Seokjin’s not for me for a long time.”

“Not good enough?”

“More like too good,” I correct him. “He really is a great guy. Kind, smart, funny. He’s genuinely a good guy and I’d sing his praises for hours but it was just too… I guess boring is the word I’m looking for.”

“He’s a boring guy?” he asks. Wow, he is really interested in this.

“Kind of. Don’t get me wrong, I’m hardly the life of the party myself. But it was all just so… proper with him. Movie dates with an obligatory hand over the shoulder, flowers for birthdays, always red roses. Paying for everything, nice restaurants. If we had stayed together, it would go graduation, engagement, marriage, house in the suburbs and two kids – a boy and a girl. It wasn’t boring, not really. But it was just so… proper. Excitement-less. Always blockbusters, never indie movies. Always seats at concerts, never the pit. Dull conversations – about politics and the economy, never about conspiracy theories or the supernatural. The sex,” I suddenly stop, realizing I may have taken my rant too far.

“A bit boring too?” Jeongguk asks, a grimace mixed with compassion taking over his face.

“Yeah,” I nod my head. “Good but… same. All that I mentioned before, it’s fun, it’s nice but after a while you just… want something that will keep you on your toes a little bit. Not a fuckboy or anything like that but just a guy who can actually say something that might surprise me.”

“I like your way of thinking,” he mumbles, looking away from me and keeping his eyes directly in front of him. “You’re not wrong, about anything. And even if you were, on paper, you don’t need to follow the paper – you need to follow yourself. Yeah, many girls want exactly what you’ve just described but you’re not one of those girls and that’s okay. I have a feeling that you are looking at it as a flaw but it’s really not. If something doesn’t make you feel happy or content, it’s absolutely normal to walk away from it.”

“Thanks,” is all I can mumble, knowing that any other words may not be safe. This is not the direction I hoped our conversation would take but I can’t complain – it’s oddly therapeutic.

“You’re so hard to judge,” he chuckles and turns around to offer me a smirk. “I thought I had you all figured out even before we met. Then tonight, I realized I was wrong. And an hour later, I realized I was wrong again. And just now, I have to admit that I am wrong again. You don’t fit in the typical groups.”

“Okay, you gotta elaborate that,” he chuckles as I urge him to explain. “Come on. Elaborate.”

“Overachiever. I thought that too, at first,” he tells me. “A perfect girl, with perfect grades and a perfect boyfriend. Then I get here and see you panicking and hear your playlist and I figure you’re one of those ‘inner turmoil’ kind of girl who thinks the world doesn’t get her and listens to ‘The 1975’ and Banks and hates men and most women too and just wants to be left alone.”

“Hey,” I reach over quite a bit to hit him on the shoulder. “Don’t diss ‘The 1975’.”

“My point is,” he laughs as he rubs his shoulder jokingly. “You’re not one of those groups. You’re not any of the other groups either. You are… a healthy mix of a few of them. I can’t name them all – I don’t know you well enough. I can’t label you either and that’s kind of cool.”

“Okay, give me an unpopular opinion,” I change the topic in the speed of light, realizing that if he refers to me as ‘cool’ I will pull down his pants and give him the suck of his life. While that is something I would very much like to do, I still haven’t received any signs of him sharing the thought.

“Are you really at a concert if you’re not in the pit?” he laughs and I hit him on the shoulder again, this time simply scooting closer to do that and remaining in the same position.

“Yes, you are,” I laugh. “Pit is better but you can still enjoy a concert if you’re seated. Besides, that’s not an unpopular opinion. Give me something controversial.”

“Androids are better than Iphones,” he tells me and I gasp in fake shock.

“Oh no you didn’t,” he laughs at me. “How dare you diss the apple?”

“Your turn,” he nudges me with his arm.

“Flavored drinks suck,” I mumble as I look at my mug of vodka, my precious koala mug being used for such a shitty drink. “I’m not a drinker. I’m very much a lightweight but if I do drink, I want to taste the drink, not artificial aroma and sugar.”

“Not to mention it tricks you into thinking you’re not drinking much,” he adds.

“Next thing you know, you’re standing up and the world is spinning.”

“Eunhee, I hate to break it to you, but the world is spinning,” he tells me. Another hit on the shoulder and I realize that I am about two hits away from being considered extremely violent.

“Shut up. Your turn.”

“Mint chocolate chip ice cream is awesome.”

“YES!” I startle him with a yell. “Yes! Yes! Mint chocolate chip enthusiasts will rule the world.”

“Wow, if we keep this up you will probably start a revolution,” he laughs. “Do you want to continue with the unpopular opinions talk or do something else?”

Well, what I really want is to grind on him until he has tear in his eyes and is begging me to let him cum in his pants. Or for him to bend me over a desk and fuck me until I see stars – both works for me, really, but it’s not exactly something I can say. I don’t have enough vodka in my system.

“I have a shocking one for you – foreplay is better than sex,” I announce.

“Oh, that is an unpopular opinion,” he nods his head, looking pensive. “May I ask why?”

“Because people, and when I say people, I mean men, underestimate the value of it for a woman,” I tell him. “Some enjoy it very much, of course. But in most cases, they just wanna slide it in and get it over with and that’s not how it works for us, at least not for me. I need that kind of… mutual attention. It doesn’t have to be anything crazy or extensive but like… just making out. Just making out is such a fundamental part of foreplay and sex. It’s not that special – just a kiss with the passion amped up. But god, isn’t it important? Nothing beats that moment of lazy kissing, body to body, gentle touches and squeezes and subtle grinds, all while all the words are left unsaid between the two because they are too busy moving their tongues and biting lips and struggling to breathe properly because a good make out needs to leave your breath hitched and mouth open and… a moan stuck in your throat. A good, solid make out session is a preview into what kind of lover you will have and I’ll be damned but sometimes the trailer is more enjoyable than the actual movie, if done well.”

I stop talking with my mouth hanging open. I have no idea where that came from but I do know vodka fueled it. I stop my rant and struggle to think of a sudden change of topic, trying to ignore the slightly wide-eyed look on Jeongguk’s face that my rant had caused.

It sounded more like a political discussion than make out talk. I need to learn when to shut up.

“Yeah, that’s enough of unpopular opinions,” he lets out an awkward chuckle and I know that this is another moment I will regret in the years to come. “Don’t get me wrong, it was fun,” he chuckles when he notices the look on my face. “But I’d much rather make out with you right now.”

Oh. Oh. Okay. That’s… very convenient.

The tiniest of smirks that graced his face evaporates before my eyes and turns into a frown, caused by my initial lack of response – it’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just that I wasn’t expecting the suggestion. “If you want to, that is,” he mumbles, turning into a nervous mess, nowhere near the hot, straight-to-the-point guy he was literally seconds ago. “If you don’t, that’s totally fine and we can just talk about music and-“

“I want to,” I interrupt him. “I… really want to,” I emphasize the really, knowing that looking a bit desperate is not only honest, but will also work in my favor.

“Get over here,” he chuckles as he grabs my hand and pulls me towards him.

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ambwimagines · 5 years

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NCT 127 on Wash Day

For my curly 4C cuties

Mark Lee

Mark Literally just wants to play in your hair. You didn't let him for weeks because you were trying to maintain your flexi-rod curls for as long as possible. You dreaded wash day for obvious reasons. It meant spending time bent over a sink for a fraction of the time compared to how much time you had to spend with your hands over your head. All to tend to the natural bushel of 4C hair that everyone loved. “Mark, I have to wash my hair, don’t come anywhere near me.” You tell him sternly. “Aww come on babe, I really wanna help.” You reminded him of what happened last time he ‘helped’ you wash your hair. Somehow he almost set the whole apartment ablaze. Oh yeah, He was heating the olive oil for your hot oil treatment on the stove. “You said you forgive me for that, right ?. Then let me help with your hair. this is literally what boyfriends are for.” Mark says while walking towards you. “Fine” you succumb to his want. “But if you burn up something, or yank out my hair again it will be your first and last time messing with my hair.” You say to mark walking over to the sink. “Don’t worry, this will be the smoothest wash day you have ever had.” Mark says grabbing the bottle of shampoo and ushering you to bend over the kitchen sink. He turns the faucet on and grabs the sprayer accidentally spraying you right in the face. “Mark, just don’t make me go bald okay ?” You ask looking up at him.

Lee Taeyong

He makes your wash days feel like events. Very special times that reoccur within your life that he’s very happy to be apart of and re-experience with you. You call and tell him that you’re washing your hair because he demands it of you. He comes bursting through the door with all kinds of new nourishing goodies for your hair that you can try. “You said you wanted to do a protein treatment on your hair so I got you some protein packs, and you would like for your hair to retain more moisture so your curls will be more nourished so I got some supermoist (TM) technology conditioner. Its leave-in, and finally I got you another wide-tooth comb, some shower caps, more coconut oil, and a bottle for the oil, and last but not least some rubber bands.” He says promptly breathing after. You were about to cry, you literally couldn't ask for a better person to help you handle your hair. “Taeyong, you’re a life-saver” You hug him and kiss his face repeatedly. He loves helping you wash your curly beautiful hair. He just loves your hair period.

Moon Taeil

Taeil comes home from practice and looks for you all around the apartment. He finally comes to find you in the shower working your fifth handful of shampoo into your hair. You stood under the shower head in a bathing suit tiresomely massaging the shampoo into your scalp feeling the suds under your fingernails. Taeil just starred at you in the doorway like you were an alien. “What are you doing Y/N ?”. “I am washing my hair” you simply state. “With that much shampoo ? that looks like half the bottle.” Taeil asks. “I have a bunch of hair that accumulates a lot of dirt, and that in turn means using a lot of shampoo to clean it.” You tell him. “Well you want some help ?” He shyly offers. “Yeah, In fact when I get out you can put some conditioner in my hair.” You say. “I actually mean’t right now but I can help you later too.” He says. “Not right now you nasty.” You retort playfully. He unexpectedly runs into the shower fully clothed and grabs you and tickles your stomach repeatedly. “Stop Taeil” You shout through your laughter. “Still want me to wash it ?” Taeil asks rhetorically.

“I should make you just because” You say in a playful tone stepping back under the faucet.

Johnny Suh

Johnny much like almost everyone else is infatuated with your curly hair. Usually you wear protective styles like braids and such but today you decide you’re going to do a silk press on your hair. The process is long and tedious with not that many steps. But you must take care in each step. Like when you blow-dry your hair it must be bone-dry before you straighten it. Other wise you will sear your hair. You have to use the comb-chase method to get every strand as straight as possible in one pass. Before all of that though you had to wash your hair and that’s when Johnny came in and caught you in the mist of preparing and gathering all the things. “What you doin Y/N” ? he asks sipping his coffee. “I’m getting my stuff for wash day” you answer him. “I’m gonna silk press my hair.” Johnny stands there for a while watching you as you walk back and forth getting everything you need. “Let me help” He says hoping you say yes. “Have you ever washed hair before “? you ask. “I’ve had my hair washed before.” He says confidently. A few minutes in and things are going smoothly. He has not done anything wrong yet. “Don’t you comb next”? Johnny asks picking up the big-tooth comb. “Yes but not before I put in my condi-...” You were cut off by the pain of Johnny trying to pull the comb through your thick coils. “Ah Johnny !” You yelp as he tries his best to pull the comb out of your hair. “Johhny you have to put conditioner in my hair other wise it will be hard to get the comb through.” You tell him. “Sorry babe, I thought you comb first” He apologizes. You reach for the conditioner but it falls off the counter and drops out enough product for the both of you to slip in trying to save the rest of the contents in the bottle. Johnny falls on his back and you fall right on top of him. You both laugh and you let your head rest on his chest letting your wet curls cascade down your face. Johnny pulls your curls out of your face to kiss your forehead. “Have I ever told you how cute you are when you wear your hair like this.” Johnny says. “Yes Johnny, you tell me all the time” you laugh through your statement while you try and get up from your position. Johnny pulls you back into his chest and wraps his arms around you. “We should stay like this”. He says. “You wish, I literally have 9 hours left to do my hair and I need all of it.”

Jung Jaehyun

Jaehyun was definitely a jack of all trades. He was super skillful. He always knew what to do and how it really should be done. He just executed everything perfectly with little to no mistakes. Today though you think you may have found the one thing he was not all that good at. "I think I found your weakness" You snarkly said to Jaehyun watching him struggle with the slippery shampoo bottle. "Y/N I got this." He states confidently while grabbing a firm enough hold to the bottle and dropping it once again. You snicker a little, your hand over your mouth to hide your smile from a discouraged Jaehyun. "Not as easy as it looks huh ?" You ask outright laughing right after. Jaehyun looks up at you with a frown but then a smile."You just wait, I will master washing your hair." Jaehyun says. You walk over to him hug him and kiss his forehead. "I believe in you Jae Jae" You endow him with his new super cute nickname.

Win Win

Win win was so freaking cute .His curiostiy was just the cutest. He was just curious about you and every new thing he found out about you was just another reason to love you. So when he found out what your real hair looked like. His face lit up with adoration for you. It was a milestone you reached in this relationship with him. You didn't really want for guys to see your real hair until a little later. Now it was different because win win has seen it and you didn't care because he loved it so much. You smiled when you saw his face as he peered back at you. "Can I help ?" Win Win asked of course. "Sure" you obliged him. He rushed over to you with the biggest smile on his face. "Your hair is so pretty, like a million perfect coils popping out of your head"

Kim Doyoung

A.K.A your personal walking wash day playlist. He just had such a delightful voice and when you both met he told you that he just wanted to use his voice to help make things a bit easier for people. So when you're doing difficult tasks or just boring duties alike Doyoung always shows up with his amazing voice and a couple of things to help pass the time. Unfortunately he couldn't be there that day to help he had to be gone all day. So he just left you a voice message of him singing your favorite songs. His 56 minute message got you through washing, conditioning, and drying. The first phase in which you can actually sit down. You were under your dome drier with your head lulling to doyoung's sweet voice singing 'So Beautiful' By Musiq Soulchild. When you were done with your hair you put your bonnet on, cleaned up, gathered up all your beauty products putting the stuff in it's respected place. You crashed on the couch due to lack of energy. A light shining in from the hallway an equally tired Doyoung appears propping his body against the door way. "Hey love, did you get done ?" He asks endearingly. "Yeah" You say pointing to your bonnet. He sits in the chair next to the couch and he let's you come massage his shoulders while he drifts off to sleep.

Yuta

Just another beautiful day in the city. Just a day that you have to spend doing something. Yuta was at practice and you were off. You were in the middle of rinsing your hair. Suddenly your phone rang and it was Yuta's face on the screen. You answer it abruptly. "Hello" you say. "Hey, I left my practice shoes over last night could you bring them ?" He asks. "Sure" you say unable to tell him anything different. You throw on your shoes and do your best to ring out your hair. A few minutes you pop in and run to their practice room. They were in the middle of taping the dance practice video. You run in and quickly scan the room for yuta. You run quickly across the floor unintentionally getting in the shot. You give him his shoes and run back to the exit. Later on that night they were going over the footage. One of the editors point out someone running in the background. "Whoever they are their hair is absolutely gorgeous" the editor says.

Haechan

Hanging with him and the dreamies we're always fun. Until your quality time and wash days ran together on you. A reminder popped up on your phone. 'wash day' was imprinted across the screen. You rolled your eyes and let out a displeased grunt. "What's up buttercup ?" Haechan asked you. "I have to go wash my hair" you simply told him. "Can't be that hard can it ?" He asked. "Not hard, just boring." You say. Haechan had an Idea. "What if we could make it fun ?" He said letting his words hang in the air. "Maybe" you say. He grabs your hands and drags you all the way back to your apartment. Grabs your basket full of your products. He puts them on your kitchen counter. "So what do you do first ?" He asks." "I wet my hair first." You tell him timidly not sure of what he's gonna do next. He runs over to the sink grabbing the hose. "Okay" He says before turning on the faucet. He aims the hose at your hair and just sprays. You yell with your arms in front of your face protecting yourself from getting wet. At least trying. Haechan laughs at you while you're trying to fathom what just happened. In the fit of his laughter you grab the hose aiming it at him. "Yah Y/N!" He screams you keep doing the same. He wraps his arms around your waist. In a light tackle like motion. You both just laugh at each other being soaked. He grabs towels to clean up the water. "You know your hairs really pretty when it's wet, all wavy." He says while you both are clean. "Yeah, thanks for making it like this Haechan." You say sarcastically while flicking a bit of water at him. "Yah" he says picking you up and putting you back down.

Jungwoo

So sweet and such an amazing boyfriend. So great and caring. So when the day would come to do your hair. You look in the mirror pushing your hair around. Pushing it around to one side and another. Just leaving it and putting your head back. This bushel of unruly hair on top of your head. It really could be worse thankfully it's not. Jungwoo comes up behind you back hugging you. He rests his head in the crook of your neck. "You okay?" He asks. "Just a bad hair day is all" you tell him. "It doesn't have to be" he says. You haven't worn your natural hair in it's natural texture in a while. You wash your hair in the shower and condition it once you're out. You do a quick wash and go using a gel that accentuated your curls. Scrunching up your curls in your hand you see jungwoo leaning against the doorway and starring at you. "I just can't see a place without you." He utters. You smile letting your head drop. He comes closer to you back hugging you again. Jungwoo plays with your curls. "You're so perfect" he says to you. So sweet to you. Sometimes the world can make you feel like you don't deserve anything that makes you feel remotely happy. Then there's Jungwoo. He just wants for you to be happy anyway. Despite what people say about you. Despite the ways they choose to insult you. He loves you through all of it. He's yours and you are his. "Y/N I love you so much." "I love you more." You tell him.

I know I'm late but HAPPY NEW YEAR. So much has happened but I'm glad I got around to finishing the first scenario of the new year. I got a job finally. I took the semester off but I will go back in the spring. I will still work out a schedule so I can actually be consistent. Other than that thank you for coming back to my blog and reading and supporting and I love you all

-Kayla

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nancypullen · 5 years

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Ides of August

We hit the middle of August and we are inching closer to the “ber” months - my favorites! There’s a light at the end of this hot, steamy tunnel. The mister arrived home last Thursday and on Saturday morning we decided to beat the heat and get to the Wilson County Fair when the gates opened at 10am. By beating the heat, I mean that we went while the temps were under 95. Ugh. We had a great time, though we didn’t stay more than a couple hours. Our first stop was at the photography exhibit to see how Mickey’s photos were received. He had four ribbons, I don’t remember the breakdown - two firsts, a second, and a third? Something like that. He wasn’t satisfied with the outcome, but what can you do? I thought it was a pretty darn good showing. My photo of the grandbaby did not win a ribbon, nor did I expect it to - there was nothing technically perfect or exciting about the picture. I just wanted Wilson County to see how cute she is. I didn’t break any of her parents’ rules, her name wasn’t on it and mine wasn’t either, but plenty of people stopped to say, “Awww.” Mission accomplished. This picture was a ribbon winner in the Candid Children division and I loved it.

You’ll have to forgive my picture of a picture, but everything about the original snap was adorable. Imagine my surprise when we had a first place ribbon by default. Last summer the owner of a beautiful spread called Three Pines Ranch agreed to add my girls to his flock of about twenty chickens. They fit right in and his little boy especially loved my handraised, affectionate girls. He posted videos on Facebook of his kids hugging the hens and though I really miss having chickens, I love the free range life that they have now. The farm that they live on has everything from miniature donkeys to goats and pigs, and they’re all loved by a couple of curly-haired, blonde tots. That’s a long-winded way of saying that we saw one of our girls at the fair! Even better, I later received this notice on Facebook.

“ Nancy Pullen - Levon wanted to enter some of the hens in the fair this year. This lady won best of breed. Thought she may look familiar. “ Poppy, one of our Speckled Sussex girls won Best in Breed! That’s some chicken! We couldn’t leave the fair without eating some treats and watching some clogging, so that’s what we did. We found a spot with some shade and enjoyed watching other people kick up their heels, literally. The little guy on the far left was killin’ me!

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All in all, a very satisfying trip to the fair. We left as the heat really cranked up, ran our Saturday errands, and worked up just enough energy to put a frozen pizza in the oven for diner. It was just too hot & sticky to do anything else. As of this writing we are 73 days from Halloween, which means it’s a mere 57 days until we jet off to Maine and and hopefully much cooler temperatures. When we get home it should be cooling off here in the south - and by cooling off I mean we will no longer be able to bake cookies on the driveway. We will, of course, be making a side trip to Salem which has me in a tizzy. I. can’t. wait. October will be FUN. After our trip the world’s cutest grandbaby will arrive in November for a quick visit so that month will be absolutely wonderful too. Oh, and how could I forget? In September I get to celebrate being alive for another year! Told ya’ the ber months are promising. If we can just slog the rest of the way through August we’ll have it made. On that note I think I’ll eat an ice cold plum and start chopping stuff for tonight’s salad. Too hot to cook anything substantial and going out would require a bra. Not happening. Stay cool, we’re almost there!

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markstrom · 6 years

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The Canucks are Attractive 101

by @markstrom, @feistyteee, @tomiath, @nhlmarkstrom, @huttsybobuttsy, @pyatts, @baercheese

This is the ultimate guide for anyone who ever said the Canucks are not attractive. Say goodbye to the world as you know it.

First of all: Swedes. We all know it, Sweden somehow produces the best looking people on this planet and the Canucks have some of them.

1. Jacob Markstrom

Our starting goalie is 6′6 and no one can look at him without melting away. His voice and his sweet Swedish accent is the cutest thing you’ll ever hear. Also: eyebrows. Also: eyes. The curved nose needs a shoutout cause it’s adorable. His face is just a masterpiece of art and anyone who doubts this has, well, no idea of art. We also love to mention his tattoos because damn.

2. Anders Nilsson

Only a fool might think one Swedish goalie is enough. Meet Anders Nilsson, another 6′6 goalie from Sweden. He’s the absolute purest sweetheart, as you can spot a pride flag on both his masks. To represent his gay friends, he says. His hair/beard color combo is different but it works. So. Damn. Well. Plus: the freckles, we love them dearly. Our Swedish goalies support each other at all times, goalie controversy? We don’t know her.

3. Alexander Edler

He looks like Alexander Skarsgård but on skates. Another sweet Swedish blondie who is also the sweetest dad. His hair always looks on point and he does indeed have a nice tan in his pic. Probably best dressed Canuck, his fashion is on fire. What a man.

4. Loui Eriksson

A man also known as The Poodle. His fluffy and curly hair make you want to touch it. His look is sometimes very weird and intimidating and some people might think of Louis Vuitton when hearing his name but remember, this kind of fur is completely Canucks branded.

5-6. Henrik and Daniel Sedin

These are our leading Swedish fish and they do look the same. Some people might say they aren’t really pretty, but hey if you’re into gingers, we got two identical ones for you. We aim to please.

Next: the team dads (Disclaimer: this does not mean they actually have kids). We got plenty of them and they’re mostly cute and obviously good with kids – or still single.

7. Sam Gagner

Sam Gagner aka Gags is a really smiley. GAGNER WITH SCRUFF IS ICONIC. Also smirk smirk smirk. He likes to wear an all white mouthguard that makes his teeth look weird during the game but that’s okay because he needs to protect his perfect smile at all costs! Bonus: He looks so comforting like you can trust him with your life.

8. Brandon Sutter

His sarcasm is A+ comedy. He also looks like he could play the role of a guy everyone falls in love with on The Young and the Restless. He’s just very pretty, hair is soft, light scrub and eyebrows are 👏🏼. His eyes are pretty and they are very kind. Also that little smile/smirk is giving me all kinds of feelings ngl.

9. Christopher Tanev

He most definitely looks better with teeth than without. Tanev is the protective type of guy, he takes pucks to the face for you but mostly for Marky, literally. Long hair don’t care. The soft, dark brown of his eyes can tell that he couldn’t hurt a fly. Bet he takes the ladies out on good dates too.

10. Michael del Zotto

“Michael Del Zotto does wedding photoshoot, does not actually get married”

“New Vancouver Canucks defenceman Michael Del Zotto was named one of our nation's 25 Most Eligible Bachelors”

“Just showed up, plugged in his iPod without anybody asking, just plugged it in”

Michael del Zotto, more commonly known as DJ MDZ has Italian heritage as you might realize in his name. He’s got curls curls curls. Simple, overall goof who often thinks too highly of himself. Further he’s the absolute kind and friendly standard Canadian.

11. Erik Gudbranson

YOU CANT TELL ME HE DOES NOT LOOK LIKE HE IS SUPPOSED TO BE ON THE GQ COVER!!! Certified male model Erik Gudbranson. God definitely was in a very good mood when he gave him his face. His nose is straight and thin, it just makes you want to tap on it. His smile is very comforting and so is his look. His eyebrows are a statement. This guy knows for sure what a hairstyle is. His sense of fashion is straight out of a fashion magazine. The scrub is just the whipped cream on top, his face is artwork.

12. Markus Granlund

Looks quiet and serious but has a great sense of humor and arguably some of the best Instagram posts. He’s from Finland so if you want a Finnish player we have all ages. He’s got pretty green eyes.

13. Alex Biega

Alex Biega is a cute family man. Great with kids, nice, cute smile, rosy cheeks, nice nose. Con: he has no hair, but you don’t see that when he’s wearing a helmet.

Next up: our young guns! They are all handsome af and just overall lovable. They’re fast and speedy and some of them are thicc af. Save the best for last, our personal favorites.

14. Ben Hutton

1. If you’re ever feeling down, watch a hutton video, he’s happy 24/7 and knows how to have fun. 2. He’s always smiling and his smile can brighten a room. 3. Those dance moves tho. Who knew a “Barbie girl” lip sync could be so hot.

15. Darren Archibald

He is a wall, he is badass and that makes him so ass. His skin looks very soft and his beard does actually look good, not like Guddys. HIS BEARD IS PERFECT. His eyebrows are straight up goals and look at the dark, kind brown of his eyes. Beautiful.

16. Bo Horvat

Bo’s face is chiseled like a god. He carries his dog because he doesn’t want to make him walk. He love to go to the beach with his dog but he doesn’t let him swim because he’s “more of a sinker”. His nose is very cute and his body is damn well trained you can just look at him forever. Bo has very soft short hair and he is often amused by Brock’s non-existant smile.

17. Brendan Gaunce

Baby face Brendan Gaunce has the hairstyle of a guy from elementary school. His lips are so red at all times it’s inhuman. He looks very innocent but it feels like he’s not. He’s just kind of there, no one really knows how or why. Kind of looks like a little baby deer.

18. Tyler Motte

Fact: There are no good pics of him in the inter webs. Tyler “Applesauce” Motte kinda looks like a college kid from a frat. He’s a very fast skater and his penalty killing is absolutely sexie.

19. Nic Dowd

Dowdy is just overall an incredibly handsome guy. That hair line and the wavy fluff, can you see it? Beautiful. The cheek bones? Beautiful. He could work as a male model if he wanted but fortunately he plays hockey to bless us with his beautiful face.

20. Troy Stecher

Stechy has straight up the most adorable dog on this planet. Let’s be real if anyone says Phoebe isn’t their favorite Canuck they’re lying. Kind of an underrated defence man so not a lot of people fully appreciate him. He’s like that rough and tough hockey player that’s also very adorable. His voice is simply great.

21. Brendan Leipsic

Where do we start here? First of all he calls his dog his son and it’s very adorable. Also his curls. CURLS. They match his face so well and they are absolutely adorable. His lips have a perfect shape and look so soft. Generally his face looks just super soft and kind. Also, have you ever noticed his fashion sense? Definitely one of the best dressed guys on the team. He’s also very aggressive on the ice and he hustles and works very well with our favorite d-man Derrick Pouliot. His nickname is delicious country gravy because he works so well with the chicken strip.

22. Brock Boeser

Here we go, it’s time for Prince Charming! The hockey community on here already knows how great he is and look I even found a rare footage of his shiny smile. Whenever he smiles he helps the global warming because his smile melts icebergs. Awesome. He always chews on his mouthguard rather than use it and his mom doesn’t like that. Oh, he also went to prom with a girl who has down syndrome and that’s really the type of guy he is. His flow is legendary and often his hair look like actual gold. He leaked his hair routine and apparently he just uses Head and Shoulders shampoo.

23. Nikolay Goldobin

Goldy is the most adorable Russian puppy you can find anywhere in the NHL. His hair are super fluffy and he doesn’t know how to wear a hat but that only makes him look even more adorable. His nose is so small and round it’s absolute gold! Don’t even get me started on his eyebrows because they are flawless! He got the most innocent and sweet smile out there, he always seems happy. You want to squeeze his cheeks and generally just hug him. It seems like he gives nice hugs.

24. Sven Bärtschi

@baercheese is here to confess her love: “My cute little Swiss boy ♥ my forever favourite & definitely underrated in the looks department & as a hockey player. His nose might not be straight but it’s still cute (I will fight you if you disagree) and his hair is always slicked back to perfection👌🏻 If you haven’t heard him talk you need to because he has a sight accent and it’s my favourite thing in the entire world 😍 He’s also a known dog lover & has a dog named Bear (named after himself basically), what’s not to love?”

25. Derrick Pouliot

Derrick Pouliot, also commonly known as Poulet, chicken strip and super strip is our cutest chubby teddy defenseman and we all know it. He grew up in the middle of nowhere in Saskatchewan and not a lot of people got to appreciate his beauty so far. His hair are the pure fluff and make you just want to run your hands through it. His face looks so soft, his eyes are warm and you just want to squeeze his cheeks ngl. Listen to his voice once and you never want to listen to something else ever again. He is not really tall and his hockey gear looks kind of too big for him, the others love to pat his head. Sometimes his hair get a little curly and it’s just the cutest thing ever. Just by looking at him you can tell that he gives the best and softest hugs ever and he makes you feel comfortable at all times. He is really silent and not outgoing, he needs a lot of time to feel comfortable with new people but that’s totally okay. He’s super cute with kids and just overall totally lovely and kind. A real Canadian.

26. Jake Virtanen

Jake Virtanen is the ultimate snack. He’s half Canadian, half Finnish and 100% babe. The man can skate. Fast. Right into my heart. To quote the great philosopher of our time, Taylor Swift, he’s so gorgeous, it actually hurts. He has the cutest dance moves and the most precious smile. When he does that little slanted smile, I swoon, you swoon, we swoon. Bonus: When he works hard his face turns red and it’s adorable lmao.

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