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newtscamanderimagines · 2 years

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Eddie and Callum X. Reader when they find you alone crying your heart out.

You were so happy in the morning. You greeted everyone on set and ate a small snack that you had in your pocket. Everything was going fine until you get a phone call whilst your eating lunch with Eddie and Callum. “Mhmm I need to take this. It’s probably the hospital.” You said excusing yourself. Eddie and Callum both looked at each other confused why the hospital would be calling you. You didn’t tell them that your mum was heavily sick. You stepped out of the room and into your bedroom in the other building that was separated. “Hello?” You spoke to the phone. “Hello. Is this miss y/l/n?” The lady asked. “Y-yes” you stuttered. “Are you alone?” She asked again. “Y-yes I-is everything okay with my mother?” You cried. “I’m afraid that she has passed just a few minutes ago.” She blurred out “I’m so sorry” you were utterly heartbroken. You ended the call and checked your emails. There was a confirmation letter of you mothers death. You dropped your phone out of shock and pain and screamed your heart out. 20 minutes have passed and Eddie and Callum needed to be on set. They were really worried about you but needed to be in character. Another 50 mins later. Everyone went to their apartments. “Hey Callum…should we maybe go and check on her…you know…I’m actually worried. She didn’t even come to say goodbye or anything. It’s not like her.” Eddie asked with caution. “I think we should” Callum agreed. They walked up to your door and knocked. You heard it but didn’t go and open it. You stayed crying into your knees. “Shhh” Eddie whispered to Callum because he was talking through the phone to his friend. “WHY?!?? WHY?!?!? WHYYYY?!?!?!?!” You screamed in pain. Eddie and Callum burst themselves into the room that you were in and saw you in a devastating state. “Oh my god y/n!” Eddie said running up to you to keep you safe in his arms on the floor. “Y/n, what happened…” Callum asked ending the call without Hesitation , holding your hand. “N-n-nothing.” You spat out. “How can it be nothing when it’s put you in this state?!” Eddie said putting his chin on your head. You were still in your hunched position and leaning on Eddie whilst Callum made you a hot cuppa. “Hug me y/n. As tight as you need and I promise you will feel better. It works for Callum. Whenever he’s worried about anything. ” Eddie said comfortably. You wrapped your arms around his chest tightly and sobbed into his fresh shirt. “He’s got a point” Callum admitted shyly. “But I’m not worried!” You shouted crying. These are the people you go to when there is something bothering you because they always make you feel better so you always trust them but this time you didn’t want to feel weak and just didn’t want to tell them. “Then what are you feeling y/n?” Eddie asked stroking your face to wipe your tears. “I’m grieving” you sniffled clenching your fists with sadness and anger. “Y/n….we’re so sorry…you could have told me earlier….” He whispered in your ear and you held on to him. Your strong sobs start to become sniffles and heavy breathing. You were still laying on Eddie’s chest with his arms wrapped around you and Callum rubbing your back firmly to calm you. “Shh shh shhh. Your okay..” Eddie assured you. A few moments later, you didn’t really make a noise. “Eddie?” Callum whispered. “Yes?” He replied. “ she’s fallen asleep…” Callum smiled at you kissing your tear stained cheek. “Should we stay hear the night then?” Eddie asked Callum nodded. Eddie picked you up and placed you in bed. You started to wriggle and wake up but Eddie cuddles up to make you feel warm again to make you fall asleep again. Callum said that he’ll sleep on the couch tonight. Eddie had to stay with you. He admired you sleeping. He held your face close to his face wiping the remaining tears “Oh y/n…what has happened to you…” he whispered kissing you forehead lightly before falling asleep himself.

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Morning

Callum woke up pretty early. Around 7:30am. He went to see if Eddie was awake. He opened the door to see him sleeping with you cuddling his chest. Callum smiled at how safe and comfortable you seem with Eddie. About 30 minutes after, Eddie had woken up but waited for you to wake up too. In the meantime he looked at you sleeping, your eyes were a little puffy and smiled at how safe you feel snd drew circles on your palm. You began to move and opened your eyes just enough to see a blurred image of Eddie looking at you. “Hey….morning darling.” Eddie said softly moving the hair from your face behind your ears. “I-I-I’m so sorry…I fell asleep on you didn’t I?” You said with complete embarrassment covering your face and trying to get up from bed to get away from feeling embarrassed. “Hey no!” He said pulling you back down to lay with him come more. “Yes you did” he smiled “ but you needed it y/n. You were in such a state last night. That I couldn’t leave you alone” He said warmly. “I care for you so much. Your only a teenager and have to deal with this sort of pain just isn’t right. Remember when I first met you? On set 5 years ago? ” he asked. You smiled and nodded . “ you were only 10 and was to most energetic kid I have ever known. You would beat me in races, gym workouts literally everything.” He said giving you a little wriggle on your stomach cause you to giggle. “Thank you for everything Eddie” you said cuddling back up to him because you were cold. “Your welcome my darling, your welcome” he said giggling at you action.

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staywritten · 4 years

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A Chance│Lee Know

Synopsis: You fall the heartbreaker. College!AU

Genre: Slow Burn, Angst (if you squint), Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: 3k

You and Minho had a somewhat complicated relationship. The two of you became close during your senior film course last semester. It was an unlikely friendship that happened over countless late-night editing of your short film. Meeting up before and after class became such a routine. At first, you thought of him as a bit of a nuisance but he really did wear you down.

Minho was the star midfielder on the football team, the charming and handsome actor staring in most of your school’s productions. He was well-liked and always the center of attention. You, on the other hand, did your best to fade in the background.

Minho found you hiding out in your usual spot, the mostly empty computer lab near the theater building. He grinned catching your attention-holding up a lunch bag.

“Hey” he sat across from you with that annoyingly charming smile. “I brought you lunch”

You tried your best to fight off the smile, but it melted when he slid the brown paper bag toward you. “I brought kimbap”

“Don’t you have something better to do” you unwrapped the kimbap shoving a piece into your mouth.

“Unfortunately for you, I’m done with class and practice for today so I have an open schedule to bother you.” he leaned his head on his hand, smiling at you as you switched between eating and editing.

“Is it good?” he quirked a brow, his tone teasing.

“Why does everything sound so dirty when it’s from you?” you turned to look at him, glaring at that smug look on his face. “You literally flirt with everyone”

“Get your mind out of the gutter sweetheart.” he scooted closer to you, placing a hand on top of your knee. “Besides, if I was flirting with you, you’d know” his eyes darkened as he watched you.

“Noted” you whispered before shoving a kimbap roll into his mouth and knocking his hand off your leg.

“What are you editing anyway?”

“I helped Moonbin film an acting reel, I’m just editing it for him.” you turned to look at him, feeling his mischievous glint. “Can you behave and let me do this?”

“Don’t I always behave?” he cocked his head to the side and winked.

“Almost never” you tried to ignore him as you edited the clips, eventually he stole one of the earbuds from you and placed it in his ear. His hand occasionally playing with your fingers as you edited with your left.

“Are you cold?” he frowned, his fingers laced between yours. “Your fingers are cold…”

“Maybe a little, you know how they keep the computer lab.” you shrugged it off, you were almost always cold.

“Here wear this” he grabbed his varsity jacket and draped it over your shoulders.

“Oh you don’t have to-”

“I want to.” he gave you a cheeky grin. “You look good in my clothes” You rolled your eyes before going back to your editing, but he was right. You really were warmer.

It was comfortable, almost too comfortable.

The next day Minho found you editing in the quad at a table under the tree. “There you are” he smiled bringing you water.

“You stalking me?” you smiled back, graciously accepting the water.

“Maybe you’re stalking me” he wiggled his brows.

“Dream on lover boy” you scoffed.

“What brings you to the wonderful outdoors?”

“A freshmen class hijacked my computer class” you grumbled taking a bite of your instant ramen. He opened his mouth whining for you to feed him too. “And now you’re stealing my food” you laughed, giving him a mouthful of ramen.

“My poor baby” he squatted beside you looking at your computer. A pout forming on his face once he sees that you’re still editing Moonbin’s reel. “Here’s an idea, how about you edit something for me?”

“You just wanna make me stare at you” you rolled your eyes.

“I do” he grinned. “I’m always staring at you, and you never look at me” he grabbed your chin, making you look at him. His beautiful dark brown eyes, dazzling you.

“Do you ever get tired of teasing me?”

“Not at all” he grinned, showing off that bright gummy smile.

A few weeks and you still saw Minho as often as you did in class. He always found time in between his breaks to have lunch with you. He’d tease you, you’d shoot him down and you grew more and more comfortable in his presence. Admittedly you looked forward to your little lunch dates. Your alone time was cherished.

You decided to visit campus on your day off. You had no classes and you were allowed to leave work early since it was pretty dead. You packed lunch with some food from work to surprise Minho with since he always did it for you. Looking in your hand mirror you smoothed down your hair that may have fallen out of place on your walk to campus. It was probably the first time that you bothered to do something new with your hair in a while. You even opted for a dress versus your usual comfy jeans. Did you want to admit that you may have developed a crush on Minho? No, but you weren’t gonna lie to yourself completely and ignore the little flutter in your stomach every time he looked at you.

You spotted Minho on the football field with his teammates. That same carefree smile on his beautiful face as he juggled the ball with his feet.

You weren’t sure how to approach him, he was always the one to come to you. But you didn’t want to interrupt him or get him in trouble with his Captain or coach. Eventually, you settled on waiting on the bleachers until practice was over.

The girls sitting on the bleachers eyed you, and suddenly you regretted sitting in such an open area. You watched Minho for a moment before looking at your phone, trying to distract from the obvious stares. You were terrified of social interactions especially when you didn’t know how to defend yourself. You knew what they were thinking. And you didn’t know the answer yourself; Why were you here? Why were you subjecting yourself to this?

After a few minutes, you could still feel them staring, whispering. Maybe you should just go? It was better to save face and abort mission.

You grabbed the lunch bag, and stood up, getting ready to hightail it out of there.

“Hey” one of the girls called out to you. She was beautiful, slender, sharp features. You felt any confidence you have waiver. You tried to ignore her, pretend you didn’t hear her. Maybe she wasn’t even talking to you. She waved her hand in front of you, laughing. “Helloooooo`” she chimed playfully.

You raised your head to meet her stare and felt yourself crumbling. “Y-yes?”

“I’ve never seen you around here before. Are you waiting for someone?”

Was this a trick? Why did she want to know? Why were you so paranoid? You nodded, finding it hard to keep up eye contact with her.

“Sit” She sat back on the bleacher and pat the seat next to her. Your resolve crumbling instantly as you took your seat. “You don’t have to be nervous, I’m Yeji, I'm the dance team captain. We share the field with the football team. Are you dating someone on the team?”

Your gaze shot up “N-No, I’m just friends with someone…”

Her smile brightened as she nudged you “Is it Minho?”

You looked like a deer in the headlights. Were you staring that hard? “I..” you faltered.

“I see you guys in the computer lab sometimes” Her shining smile brightened as she looked at your dress. “I’ve never seen you wear something so cute, it suits you a lot”

“Oh…” It was all you could utter, your face was flushed from embarrassment. “Th-thank you”

“You guys are cute, did you bring him lunch” she wiggled her eyebrows, gesturing to your lunch bag.

“Are you always so forward?” you laughed nervously.

“It’s part of the charm that comes with cheer” she winked. “Were you gonna leave?” she frowned.

“I don’t think I should bother him…”

“Practice is pretty much over, I’m sure he’s hungry” she beamed “Don’t give up”

You nodded “Thank you Yeji...I think I needed to hear that.” you smiled, finally introducing yourself. Your anxiety becoming a smaller voice in the back of your head as you relaxed a bit more.

“Well it’s nice to meet you, and I hope I get to see more of you.”

“Are you dating anyone on the team?”

“Ew, No” she laughed “That’s my brother, Hyunjin” she pointed to the goalie. “I’ve known these guys since I was in high school, they’re pretty much family.”

Hearing the coaches whistle, they wrapped up practice. Grabbing their gear and making their way toward the locker room.

“Go Go, ask him now” Yeji patted your back.

“Now?”

“Yeah before he goes inside.” she encouraged you, pushing you toward them.

Now or never, right? You walked toward Minho, your anxiety eating at you before you called his name.

He turned around, his widening as he saw you approach him. His lips turned upward in a smile seeing you in a dress. “What are you doing here?”

“I was just wondering...If you were busy after practice…” you chewed on your bottom lip, struggling to look him in the eyes.

That familiar smug smile graced his lips again. “Oh? And Why’s that?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to have lunch with me…?”

Changbin and Han ran up to him “What’s taking you Hyung?” Changbin swinging his arm around Minho’s shoulders. “Oh who’s your friend?” he teased.

Minho’s demeanor changed almost instantly, that playful glint gone, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. “No one. Let’s go.” he walked away first, disappearing in the building. The other two shrugging before following behind him. You stood stunned, he’s never brushed you off before. He’s never acted like that.

Yeji ran over to you and smiled “What’d he say?”

“I don’t think he wants to have lunch with me?”

“Did he say no?”

You shook your head “He sort of just brushed me off”

“Maybe he was embarrassed” she grabbed your hand leading you into the building.

“Yeji whyyyy?” you whined, letting her lead you “Why are you trying to help me?”

“Because I know you like him but you’re shy and I’m not gonna let you give us before you even try”

“But why?”

“Consider me your local support extrovert” she giggled “And you’re so cute, and I don’t want you to give up”

You pouted as she waited with you outside of the boy’s locker room, her hand wrapped around yours to make sure you didn’t leave. Her overwhelming confidence in you did help, even if it was a little.

The voices in the locker room echoed as you could hear one particularly loud voice inside. “Minho-Hyung who was that girl? She your girlfriend?” You couldn’t hear his response, but you did hear the faintest scoff.

“Yeah Hyung I didn’t know she was your type, She’s a little homelier than your usual girlfriends, still cute tho-”

“She’s not my girlfriend. She’s just a classmate.” his voice was getting closer and you felt your grip on Yeji’s hand loosen. “You guys know me. Since when am I into charity cases?” he laughed “She just edited something for me, that’s all.” You could hear a few more laughs before he continued. “Besides I like my women a little more glamorous-” his voice faltered as he turned out of the locker room. His eyes locked with yours. Your name a whisper on his lips.

You stood sunned, eyes filled with tears that you fought so hard to keep them from falling. You pulled your hand from Yeji’s grip. “I’m sorry I’m a charity case” you pushed the lunch box into his chest before running off.

“Wait!” Yeji yelled out for you but you had already run out of the building. “You’re such an asshole” She glared at Minho before going after you.

Minho raked his hands through his hair and groaned, clenching on to the lunchbox. He’d never seen you so broken. And he wanted nothing more than to run after you and tell you he was being stupid, but he didn’t deserve it. “I’m going home…” he grumbled before heading out in the other direction.

When he got home, he tossed his bag on the floor and cuddled with one of his cats that greeted him. Opening the lunch box his frown deepened. It was such a cute meal, filled with all of his favorites, delicately placed in the lunch box.

He couldn’t shake you from his mind. He could pinpoint the moment your heart shattered. And it wasn’t that he didn’t like, he loved spending time with you, wearing you down until you smiled at him. Especially given how cold you were to him when you first met. You were just one of the few people that he felt like he could be himself around. It was easier going in when you just treated him like a classmate, you were tough on him, didn’t let him charm his way through the assignment. There was no need for him to put up the super nice guy front. He didn’t have to be Lee Minho, the star midfielder or Lee Minho the actor. He was just Minho the guy that liked to joke around and eat cheap kimbap from the convenience store.

You were frugal, mindful. College was expensive and it was easy to get wrapped up in spending money you don’t have. You were the only other scholarship student he hung out with. And while he loved his team, he couldn’t always swing those expensive lunches that their school sold, or afford to go clubbing all the time. It took all his penny pinching just to keep up the facade. The only way around it was to hang out with these glamorous rich girls that liked to dote on him.

He found comfort hanging out with the only other person that didn’t care who he was.

And he went and broke your heart. He called you a charity case.

When you so generously opened your heart to him. He needed to make this right.

He tried calling and texting you and even waited for you in the computer lab. It’d been about two weeks and he hadn’t run into you once. It was like you changed your entire routine with the sole purpose of avoiding him.

It was only by chance that he saw you across campus walking with Yeji and Moonbin. Yeji waving goodbye to you before heading inside her class, before you and Moonbin disappeared inside the library.

Minho’s heart sank a little, it wasn’t that you were anti-social perse. You just rarely hung out with people outside of class. He moved before he could overthink it, finding himself watching the two of you study in the library. You excused yourself to go find a book and he followed. Should he be ambushing you inside of a library when he was pretty sure you wanted to curse him out? No, but was he running out of options? Yes.

You ran your fingers along the spines of the book, searching the reference numbers when you heard your name being called. You knew the voice well. Your heart sank, your shoulders slumped. “What?” you answered, not bothering to look back at him.

“Since when are you and Moonbin so close?” Idiot, he cursed himself he knew damn well the first thing out of his mouth should have been an apology but he couldn’t help it. It slipped out before he could stop himself.

You turned around to glare at him, incredulously. “Are you kidding me?” you crossed your arms over your chest.

“I just don’t remember you guys hanging out like this”

“Minho, believe it or not. Some people actually don’t mind spending time with me in public.” you huffed. “I guess being a charity case is only repulsive to you.”

“I’m sorry…” he closed his eyes taking a breath. “I didn’t mean any of that, I just-”

“Didn’t want the guys to know that you were friends with some poor, homely, scholarship student.”

“I- that’s not.” he sighed. “I love spending time with you-”

“As long as no one knows it”

“I was an idiot. An absolute idiot. And I panicked. The guys were teasing me, and you looked so pretty and you’ve never sought me out before...I was overwhelmed. I was an asshole.” he raked his hands through his hair, frustrated. “I just wanted them off my back...I never meant to hurt you.”

“But you did. You did hurt me and you did say that.” you sighed, rubbing your temples and closing your eyes. “Look Minho, I know you’re not a malicious person. But that’s all...I forgive you for your little outburst”

“So we’re good?” he smiled brightly grabbing your hand “We can go back to normal?”

“What? No, Minho. I forgive you saying that because you’ve never been that much of an asshole to me. But I’m not going back to hanging out with you. I don’t wanna give your friends a reason to tease you for hanging out with a charity case.” you scoffed. “I’m not gonna forget that you said it.”

“But I like you”

“And I thought I liked you but-”

“Hey, you get lost back here?” Moonbin laughed, turning the corner to see the two of you talking. “You ok?”

“I’m fine” you gave him a tight-lipped smile. “I don’t think they have the book, can we just share yours?”

“Of course, C’mon, let’s get back to studying” he ushered you away from Minho sensing the tense atmosphere, even amongst the hushed argument.

“Three minutes please…” Minho whispered, his hand reaching out for yours desperately. “Give me three more minutes and you’ll never have to hear from me again...please…”

Your shoulders, slumped. “Fine...three minutes” you glance at your watch. “Moonbin, I’ll meet you back at the desk.”

He looked at you skeptically before nodding and walking off. “Call me if you need me.”

“Three minutes, starting now”

“I like you a lot, and I know I was an asshole and I know you put yourself out there and I hurt you but I don’t wanna lose this.”

“And I didn’t want to be embarrassed in front of a bunch of strangers.”

“I promise I’ll never do it again...I just want a chance.”

“A chance at what? There isn’t an us to save. We were classmates, turned acquaintance. But even if I forgive you and we hang out again. I’m never gonna be the glamorous girl you want. I can’t afford to pay for you and go to ritzy clubs just so you can save face.”

“And I don’t want that...I want lunch under a tree...I want to share cheap ramen. I want the girl that doesn’t let me get away with anything” he grabbed your hand. “Do you really not like me anymore?”

“That’s not fair…”

“Because I really like you...And I know that if I let you walkway again you won’t give me a second chance...so please….” at some point he’d backed you against the bookshelf, a small sigh escaping your lips.

“I can’t be what you want me to be.”

“But you’re what I need…” his nose brushed yours “I can’t stop thinking about you...and I love every moment of it…” his hand cautiously reached your face, he scanned your expression; desperately searching for permission.

“Are you going to kiss me or keep staring?” your gaze fell to his lips.

“How much time do I have left?” he smirked, glancing at your watch.

“45 seconds…”

“More than enough time” he grinned pulling your lips to his, smiling into the kiss. It felt like such a heavyweight had been lifted. Both of you so insecure in the other’s feelings. Hiding behind walls, and avoiding a formal confession.

Your gripped the front of his shirt, not sure what to do with your hands. All you knew was that you wanted him closer somehow. You coaxed him into opening his mouth, by teasing his top lip between your teeth. The smallest of your whimpers, covered with his low groan.

His fingertips traced your jaw subtly, holding you closer to him. You giggled into the kiss, eyelashes fluttering open against his cheek. “Your times up.” you nipped at his lips.

“I’m going into overtime,” he whispered, pressing kisses along your jaw and under your ear.

“I have to get back to studying” you whined, trying to cover your panting once you felt his teeth.

“Don’t...don’t leave me again” his voice was so small and desperate.

“Minho…”

“Be my girlfriend…”

“We haven’t even gone on a proper date, aren’t you getting ahead of yourself.” you held his face in your hands, squishing his pouty face.

“Yeah, I am. But I want to try.”

“What if we spend more time together and realize it was just a crush and it doesn’t work out?”

“Then we break up. But I need to try…. I need to try and make this work…”

You laughed and shook your head. “Fine… Fine… we’ll try.” you pecked his lips again.

There was no telling what tomorrow was going to bring, but you knew the least you could do was try.

End.

( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ Hey Friends <3 I hope you guys enjoyed that long one shot. If you did let me know

I’m also working on a rather long Social Media AU that I’ll be posting soon and hopefully updating daily. I’ll be posting a teaser for that in the next few days.

-D❍MI

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gainerstories · 5 years

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Freshman Fatties: Chapter 1

Benjamin’s parents dropped him off at his new dorm room and helped him unpack. At only 18 this was Benjamin’s first time living on his own and he felt a mixture of anxiety and excitement. He hugged his parents goodbye and continued to set up his room, pondering what his roommate, Andy, would be like. He was most nervous about being housed with a homophobe, even though he noted on the application that he needed an LGBT friendly roommate. When Andy finally walked through the door with only a couple boxes and no parents in sight, Benjamin grew nervous. Andy was clearly a jock, judging by his hulking physique and athleisure clothing.

“Hey, I’m Benjamin.”

“Andy, nice to meet you.”

The two shook hands and made small talk. Benjamin was pleased to find that Andy could carry a conversation and didn’t seem like your typical meathead jock. Both men were clearly intelligent and fairly secure in themselves.

“Hey, so I’m gonna grab lunch and explore campus a bit but what do you think about splitting a six pack later tonight and maybe smoking a doobie? I’m 20 but my bud has the plug,” Andy suggested.

“Sure, yeah that sounds great.”

Around 8pm Andy stomped into the dorm room carrying two heaping bags of groceries startling Benjamin awake from a nap.

“Sorry to wake ya man. I got the six pack and joint as promised.”

“Oh nice, what do I owe you?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Andy said and tossed Benjamin a beer.

They cracked them open and cheersed.

“Damn,” Benjamin said, “where do you plan on fitting all those groceries in this place?”

Andy laughed, “Under the bed if I have to. Gotta keep my appetite up. I’m on the football team.”

Impressed, Benjamin continued asking questions. He discovered that Andy was a star quarterback in high school and was given a scholarship to play college football. However, football was not Andy’s passion. He was a literature major and obsessed with Shakespeare, only playing football so he could afford college. Benjamin was surprised to hear that someone so good at sports could also be a bookworm. Benjamin didn’t even read that often as a business major.

By the time Andy’s groceries were packed away they were on to their second beer. Benjamin was playing Spotify from his speaker and the two boys reclined on their beds shooting the shit. Wearing only gym shorts and a tank, Andy’s body was on full display. Without being too obvious, Benjamin examined the football player’s massive arms and upper body. Even his neck was noticeably muscled making his head appear small. Andy had a pleasant face as well, with dark wide set eyes and a square jaw. His hair was buzzed short allowing his features to shine.

Benjamin’s eyes flicked to Andy’s middle half. He admired the way football players tended to have a solid but squishy midsection and Andy was no exception. The jock wasn’t quite fat, but properly bulky. Lower down, his dick noticeably hung against the mesh shorts and Benjamin felt a flush of desire. He hoped this wouldn’t become a problem.

As the boys cracked their third beer they began to feel a buzz and Benjamin was blissfully unaware that Andy also looked at him with amorous eyes. In the dim light of the dorm Benjamin’s slender face and svelte body looked like a statue of a beautiful Greek boy. Andy had always been a ladies man, but there were occasions when an attractive guy caught his eye and Benjamin was one of those occasions.

“Should we break into the other six pack or spark this joint?” Andy queried.

“Why not both?”

“You’re my type of guy, Benjamin!”

As Benjamin snapped open his fourth beer it suddenly hit him that he was drunk. He’d been drunk only once before in his life and had never smoked weed. He wasn’t even sure if you could mix the two, but refrained from asking out of fear of appearing lame. Andy on the other hand was feeling his oats. With a solid buzz and Benjamin’s visage before him he was beginning to get horny. The reality of sharing a room was beginning to sink in and he wondered when he would ever get a spare moment to jerk off. Andy sparked the joint and took a long hit before passing it. Benjamin blushed and admitted this was his first time smoking.

“No way, man! I’m popping your cherry! Dope.”

“Yeah…” Benjamin awkwardly laughed, “so what do I do?”

“So breathe in the smoke into your lungs and hold it there for as long as you can. Then let it out. It might burn and you’ll probably cough but that’s normal on your first time.”

Benjamin felt comforted and did as he was told. He sucked in a big puff with great concentration while Andy admired his roommates sunken cheeks and sharp cheekbones. Despite trying to keep it cool, the smoke exploded from Benjamin’s mouth and he fell into a coughing fit.

“That was perfect, you did great.”

Within a few minutes both boys were incredibly stoned, their eyelids hanging heavy. Andy’s libido was kicked into overdrive from the substances and he was struggling to keep himself from popping a boner. It didn’t help that conversation had trailed off and Benjamin was now laying on his stomach scrolling through TikTok, his ass on full display. Andy was surprised that the twink’s bum was so perky and pronounced for a skinny guy. The tight pants Benjamin wore only exacerbated the curvature.

“Fuck,” Benjamin said. “I’m so hungry.”

“Duuuuude you got the munchies. Welcome to stoner life.”

“Ugh, but its past curfew and everywhere is closed… whyyyy!”

“I got you.”

Andy lept from his bed and pulled two frozen pizzas from the fridge. They were meat lovers pizzas with cheese crust from a brand called Protein+. The jock popped them in the toaster oven for what seemed like an eternity as the smell encompassed the entire dorm room. By the time they were done Andy’s stomach was noticeably grumbling.

Both boys began devouring the pizzas in silence, their mouths too full to talk. Within ten minutes Benjamin was stuffed from half the pizza and looked up to see that Andy was polishing off his last slice. Benjamin felt a pang of eroticism seeing just how big the football star’s appetite was and the potential for him to grow bigger.

“Do you want the rest of mine?” Benjamin asked knowing full well Andy would accept.

The twink watched his jock roommate kill three slices in six bites and now was fighting off his own boner. By the time the boys went to bed they were each aroused thinking about one another, but too afraid to make a move. They crawled into their respective beds, their backs facing one another. They each let about half an hour pass before silently stroking their cocks to orgasm.

#gainer stories #freshmanfatties

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ahiddenpath · 4 years

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More Saikai Adventures

Saikai shenanigans below the cut!

Koushiro: Sorry, Taichi-san, I can’t come to your soccer game because of my parents’ anniversary dinner.

Taichi to Sora: My game is at 2 PM.

Sora *calls Koushiro around 1-2PM*: Koushiro-kun, I need help!

Koushiro: *answers from the restaurant*

...Wait, what.

(At first I thought Sora’s clock was malfunctioning due to the distortions, but then the scene changed to Taichi and his team warming up for their game... So nope, it’s about 1-2 PM! KOUSHIRO, WHAT. HOW. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO WRITE THIS FIC, WHYYYY IS YOUR FANCY DINNER AT 2 PM?!?!?!-)

I should probably specify that Izzy said “dinner” in English. Koushiro just said, “It’s my parents’ anniversary.” So, um... Maybe they had... Anniversary... lunch?

Then, Taichi and Greymon are fighting Kuwagamon near Fuji Station. One minute, it’s roughly 2 PM. Then, Greymon pulls Kuwagamon into a distortion... And... SUDDENLY IT’S FULL ASS NIGHT?! Like!?!?! Did Taichi stand around shouting for Greymon in Odaiba for about five hours while Greymon fought Kuwagamon?! Did the distortion somehow make everything dark?!

AND THEN WE SEE GREYMON FIGHTING KUWAGAMON ON THE TV IN DAIGO’S CAR. Then Taichi rolls in just in time to see Greymon fall, about to take a final blow...

AND THEN WE PAN TO THESE JERKS, JUST STANDING AROUND WATCHING GREYMON GET PUMMELED?!

In their defense, they do say they “just got here”... But um, you should probably be evolving and helping instead of posing nicely for Taichi?

*sobbing* WHAT IS HAPPENING, WHAT IS GOING ON WITH TIME AND THE TIME SKIPS AND THE SUDDEN ONSET NIGHT, HELP-

I’m just going to have to write a general disclaimer on my Tri fic that I really don’t know what the heck is happening in Tri, and I am just out here, trying my best.

#saikai #digimon adventure tri #digimon adventure tri saikai

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aaronhart93 · 3 years

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text || jaycee & aaron

Discord text thread featuring: Aaron & @jayceelynd

When: March 7, 2020 and March 8, 2020

Mentions: @romanbeckett @quentindelancret

Description: Aaron tells Jaycee about his fights with Quentin

Trigger Warnings: mentions of sexting

Aaron.

I’m not sure if Quentin just broke up with me

Jaycee.

what!?

Aaron.

will you come over

Jaycee.

yes, I’m on my way right now babe.

Aaron.

thank you. I’m confused and I don’t know what happened. Can you also check in on Quentin to make sure he’s okay

Jaycee.

yeah I can, sorry couldn’t get my foot into my sneaker lol. My belly is in da way

Aaron.

please get here safely. Want me to send the car?

Jaycee.

yeah if you don’t mind, that way I can check on Q and get to you safely. I’m not that fast on my feet right now.

Aaron.

driver is on the way

Jaycee.

the best

Aaron.

thank you

Jaycee.

love you bubs

Jaycee.

I talked him into coming to my house tomorrow for lunch, I’m gonna talk to him.

Aaron.

he wants to take a break. Please don’t let him

Jaycee.

Aaron, I’m going to try my best to fix this for you. But you have to be willing to lean with the one you love, just like he is going to have to.

Aaron.

he won’t let me

Jaycee.

is it because of the remarks I’ve seen in the chat?

because if it is, digs from exes aren’t the best start to any resolve to an argument.. You know I would have flipped if it was me talked to the way Q was. It’s was distasteful and heartless. Even if the person was joking it obviously hits a sore spot for Q.

Aaron.

it started that way yes

Jaycee.

do you feel they should respect you and your partners?

I think they should, especially when it’s 3 very important men in my life.

Aaron.

my exes? Well yeah

Jaycee.

I’m almost there

Aaron.

okay

Jaycee.

of course a neighbor had a delivery and the truck was blocking the view of the car so I didn’t see it lol

the next day....

Aaron.

thanks for coming last night. They came by after you left but Quentin just told me that he was sexting with Troye Sivan while Ro and and I were sleeping

Jaycee.

of course I came, I always will. Wait, whyyyy

Aaron.

Jaycee... I don’t know

Jaycee.

do you need me to come back over?

Aaron.

I just...how am I supposed to feel about this

Jaycee.

he did this last night?

I’m so sorry Aaron, I am going to come to you. Where are you?

Aaron.

he did

I’m at home

Jaycee.

I know he was super fucking wasted, or planned on getting wasted. But that’s not an excuse, I’m on my way.

I do know Troye has been his childhood crush since forever, and I do know and we all saw him turning down advances from others. Publicly. I know Q isn’t a cheater, but I think Troye took advantage of Q being high.

Aaron.

we fucked Troye together

a while ago

Jaycee.

I know Troye has been known to be sneaky with people, so be careful. Maybe Q will come to the conclusion he needs to get some help and does it. There’s no shame in having fun, lord knows we all love it.

not to mention I know for a fact that Q hasn’t don’t drugs since January, so that probably kicked his ass lol.

Aaron.

that’s not an excuse ?

Jaycee.

I'm not saying it is, or making any for him. I'm just saying what I know, I know Q is in love with YOU and RO and I think you three are worth fighting for. I love every single one of you, and this breaks my heart for you all. But, you and I are about to watch some funny movies, order take out and I'll have a mock beer lol

Aaron.

do you think he was taken advantage of

Jaycee.

I mean he was fucked up and Troye knows he’s taken. So look at the text and see who initiated it, knowing he was upset over y’all fighting. Yeah it looks like that

Aaron.

what do I do

Jaycee.

I have his agents number

I have all the information you need on him

Aaron.

i have his personal number

Jaycee.

I figured you did, but if you want to cause more havoc

Aaron.

I don’t know what to do

come ovaaaaahhhh

Jaycee.

okay hold ya horses, I’m on my way lol

#discord #jaycee #text #text: jaycee

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artisticestheticreads · 4 years

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ROXANNE: Chapter Three

A/N: Haiiiiiii, Loves. So,I know my third chapter is late but I been sick while working some crazy, long hours and was depressed all at the same time BUT I feel better now. So, here is chapter three.

Warning: Mentions about death, weed and drug use, sexual innuendos and more.

Song Recommendation: I listened to Hey There, Lonely Girl by Eddie Holman.

Word Count: 4884

*Gun shot noises*

Erik was at the gun range, getting target practice trying to kill time before his “appointment”. He took his ear guards and shades off while pressing the button to bring the wounded paper closer to him. He placed the paper between his hands and smirked at the shots he made into a cross. He took the sheet placing on the ground beside him and adding a new sheet to the mix. He put his head phones back on with his shades, played his music and continued.

He soon found himself at a cemetery with peonies in hand. He walked up the deep hill; to a graveside with a tomb stone molded into the ground, two sat by one another.He stood with his hands in front of his pelvis and look down to see the names, Annie Marie Stevens and N’Jobu Udaku. He cleared his throat to stop the tears and said “uh, hey, ma. Hey, pop. I’m here for our monthly talk. Y’know like when I was younger. Well, life been coo lately and what not but, uh, I’m just trying to still figure out life I guess.” He looked around and all the tombstones and sighed. “What is the point of leaving life? We just all gonna end up here anyways. When we are long gone, is there actually heaven and hell or are we just done for? Do we become something or someone else or do out corpse just rot and decay away?” He shook his hand, stating “I still don’t get this shit, y’all. Life’s hard especially with y’all not being here. I mean y’all here but just... just not physically. There was so much y’all didn’t get to teach me. Like love and shit. I just wished we all had more time. Y’know I always wonder how life would be if y’all were alive, man. Would we be happy? Would I still be an angry ass person? Maybe not since ma was into self love and meditating.”

He smiled at the thought of his family sitting on the ground, meditating early in the morning. He began thinking about Roxanne too out of no where and uttered out “I met a girl. Her name is Roxanne. This woman is bad and beautiful too. Her voice is like, is like honey drizzling onto some toast. Her eyes, they got so much passion and fire into them. Her smile is just like freshly cleaned diamonds and she just so beautiful. She strong too, y’all. She reminds me of…” He looked at his mom’s grave and sighed again, missing her more and more.

Erik placed the flowers down on their graves and kissed his fingers to place by their names. “I hope I make y’all proud. See ya next month.” He began walking away when he noticed a golden miniature motorcycle that sat on a grave plot; something told him to stop and read the headstone. “To, a brother who made others smile. To, a son who warmed his mother’s heart. To, a friend who made people calm and to, a man who lived his best life. Here lies…” He stopped and knelt down when he read the last part. He read it again while holding his hands together. “Here lies, D’Angelo Fosters.” He shook his head while holding his hand to the grave and closed his eyes, mentally saying his hi and goodbye.

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Roxanne was in her kitchen, in a wife beater, no bra and booty shorts cooking lunch for herself and Raymond. She had her hair wrapped in a towel to dry it as her hips moved to her reggae playlist. She was in the middle of making ox tails, with dirty rice and corn bread. She was winding her hips to the beat of Bonafide Love by Beenie Man. She was feeling herself as she turned the music up louder.

“I don’t why. Ooooh whyyyy”, she sung with her hands out and wooden spoon tossing in the air. “Aye, sis. I’m ba-“, Raymond said but stopped when he saw his sister vibing. He chuckled as he gently put the bag on the ground. He slowly walked behind her and began dancing like her until she turned around. “Bumbaclaat! Ray, you scared the shit outta me”, she said holding onto her chest to catch her breath.

“You was gettin’ it. girl. I was like aight then”, he said chuckling as she turned around. “You idiot. Anyways, how was the gym”, she asked, stirring the rice. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and said “ah, man. It was whatever. Just like every other day. Of course, niggas was crowding up in there. Tryna pretend to be healthy and shit knowing damn well they ass gonna quit that shit in mid February.” Roxanne couldn’t help but laugh at that. Ray went over to the fridge to grab a water bottle and chugged it in one sip, shooting the bottle in the recycling bag. “So, how was the race since I can’t go up there?”

“Fine, 12 almost caught me but you know me. Gotta thank Erik for that.” Raymond looked to her with a rose brow and asked “Erik, Erik Stevens is back?” Roxxx nodded and said “yep and breathing too.” Ray slightly smirked and said “Damn, I ain’t see E in a minute. How he doing?” Roxxx checked the rice. “Good, I guess. He pretty cool. Just like bro said.”

“Invite him over”, he said as he took a spoon, dipping to the rice and eating a chunk before tossing it in the sink. Roxxx was mixing the cornbread batter as she spoke. “RayRay, he probably busy. Probably in some pussy right now.” Ray Ray smacked his lips looking her up and down. “Then he can come for dinner, Roxxx. C’mon I ain’t seen him in years. If you love me, you’ll invite him.” She looked at him and down and said “fine, I will try and invite him for dinner. No promises he will be here though.” RayRay kissed her cheek and ran to his room, leaving Roxxx with a smile.

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“Uh shit, daddy. I can feel you in my gut. Fuck”, said the light skin girl, nude and behind in the air. Erik held his fist into her lower back as they fucked to DaBaby in the background. He bit on his lip as he watched her pussy stretch around his dick, creaming all over. Yes, her pussy was good but he would get turned off when she ran. He would have to hold her in place.

All of a sudden, the ding from his phone caught his attention. He tilted to his right to see a text from ‘Roxxx’ with emojis of a chocolate and a yam . He began thinking about her so much at that moment. From her eyes, her frame to when she touched his marks. The way she smelled even made his dick hard. He smacked the girl’s ass, pretending it was Roxanne. He began pounding into her pussy as he thought about Roxanne. The way she took control in every situation got him about to explode all over. He muted out the girl’s moans and heard Roxanne’s voice in his head. He pounded in her harder while holding her hips close to him. He then released into the condom in one pump.

Minutes later, he locked up the house and lied in bed, freshly showered. He grabbed his phone and began dialing the number; he then heard “hey, baby boy. What’s up?” Erik chuckled and said “you like calling me that huh?”

“Maybe, maybe not. Anyways what you doing?” He sat up in bed, back against the headboard and said “shit nothing. Why? You wanna see me or something?” He chuckled when he heard her say “boy, hush.” He smirked as he rubbed his abs. “Well, I was wondering what you were doing tonight. You remember D’Angelo’s little brother right?”

“Ray Ray? Yeah, I ain’t seen him since graduation.”

“Yeah, well he wants to see you and invite you for dinner and whatnot. If you can’t come, I understan-“.

“Nah, I can come. What y’all plan on having”, he asked sitting up, feet planted on the floor. “I was thinking about making some pot roast, with potatoes and greens and rolls. Ray Ray wanted a cheesecake so of course I made one for later. Then I made some iced tea and what not.” The line got so quiet until Roxxx asked “you still there?”

“So when we getting married”, he said making Roxxx laugh. “Boy, I’ll send you the address.” He soon hoped in the shower again and threw on a crisp black tee, jeans and of course some all black Timberlands. He finished the look with his father’s chain and his matching watch. He looked in the fridge and grabbed a bottle of chilled Jack Daniels before heading out; he placed the address in the GPS and was off.

Erik soon pulled up to the matcha toned home and saw the garage door open. Once he parked in front of the home, he grabbed his gift and looked around as he got out. Coming from the garage was some Doja Cat playing; Streets to be more specific. As he made his way to the front door, he saw a pair of female legs under a car with her right knee bent. The car was lifted up as she worked. Erik walked up to her right side, biting his lip. He can see her print under her shorts and thick thighs slightly jiggling.

“Are you gonna say hello or are you gonna keep checking me out”, Roxanne said catching him off guard. He chuckled and asked “can ya blame me?” She rolled out carefully and looked up to him with her brown eyes. Erik liked seeing her natural beauty where he can see her beauty marks and apple cheeks more clearly with her hair pulled up in a high ponytail. Roxanne sat up on her elbows with a slight chuckle and said “do I have something on my face again?” He rolled his eyes with a smirk and helped her up. She wiped her hands on the towel beside her, clean and dusted her legs off. He looked down at her frame then back to her eyes.

“So, what you doing there”, Erik asked as he watched her. She looked back to the car and let it down before opening the hood and propping it open. “Eh, just doing a monthly check up for RayRay. He had some gas leaking so I fixed that up. Had to clean out the AC vent so the air got a lot cooler.” She bent down over the edge slightly with her flash light as Erik checked her out more. Her cheeks looked so nice and plump enough to bite and never let go. “Now, I’m just checking the alternator and making sure the car won’t overheat easily.”

“How you know so much about cars”, he asked once she turned around and wiped her hands again. She leaned against the car and explained. “My pops. Used to do a lot of work on cars, detailing and shit. He used to tell me ‘baby gyal, ya will neva need a man for any ting. Make dem need you.’ ” She smiled at the memory and Erik saw that twinkle again. “Is he still around or nah?” She was about to speak until they heard “aye, Roxy. Have you seen”, Raymond asked as he walked to the garage. His eyes grew big as he walked up to the pair and looked Erik up and down. Erik smirked and said “damn you got big, Ray.”

Raymond gave him a brotherly hug and said “welcome back, bruh.” Erik patted his back as Roxanne stood back watching. Erik looked at Ray and said “damn, you gotta be at least-.”

“16.”

“Yeah, ain’t seen you since you was like three almost. How Momma Dukes doing?”

“She’s good. I mean she in the hospital again and is in a home to be watched more but she doing better.” Erik looked to Roxanne then back at him. “Why she there?”

Roxanne looked at Ray and saw the hurt in his face as he looked at her. She rubbed his back and looked to Erik. “Ma losing her memory. Between me working every so often and baby boy in school, we couldn’t watch her all the time. She had slipped and fell apparently and was unconscious for hours until I got back from work years ago. She was out cold for like hours then when we took her to the hospital, we found out she had dementia.”

Erik looked to the pair and shook his head while saying “I’m sorry to hear that.” RayRay looked to him and smiled a little before he saw the bottle in Erik’s hand. “Is that for us?” Roxxx smacked the back of his head and he rubbed it. “Damn, bruh. I was kidding, sis.” Roxanne folded her arms and said “Ima kid my foot up ya ass. Go take the bottle and put in the fridge and clean up for dinner.”

“You ain’t the boss of me.”

“I promised ma I will be and I ain’t breaking my promise any time soon. Now go.” Erik chuckled as he passed the bottle to him and watched him walk away. “Mean ass”, Ray muttered under his breath and Roxxx threw a basketball at his back. “He must forgot I can hear anything.”

Erik followed her into the house and removed his shoes before placing them at the front door. Roxanne looked back at him and said “I see you was raised right.” He smiled and sat on the couch watching her in the kitchen as he got a text from the last jump off. Daddy, I miss that dick, he read in his head. He looked over at Roxanne as she grabbed the mitts and removed the pot roast, making his stomach grumble more. He made his way over and leaned against the corner as she stirred the greens. “You got it smelling good in here”, he complimented. She thanked him with a grin. “Who taught you how to cook?”

“Well, it was a combination of ma and my mom. Taught me all my life. I would just watch ‘em and all”. Erik looked around to see frames of multiple people but one caught his eye more. In the photo, looked to be an younger Roxanne with two other people. One was a man with soften ginger head of hair with medium brown skin. He wore a polo shirt with jeans and flip flops; the bottom was cuffed. The other person was a woman with skin like Roxanne and long braids down her back. She wore a long flow sundress that showed her frame; her and Roxanne could easily pass for twins.

Roxanne took noticed and said “those are my folks” as she drizzled juices over the roast. Erik looked back to her, with a wondering mind. He wondered if he should ask or not; he left it be.

Once they finished eating, Roxanne and Erik sat on her couch as Ray sat in his room. Roxanne came back from her room with a pencil case. She sat beside Erik as he poured the chilled dark liquor into the glasses. She opened the case to reveal a snack size baggie if weed, plenty of blunts and a R shaped lighter. She began rolling as she leaned her back against the couch. Erik took a sip of his drink and watched her. The concentration she had was immaculate. “So, what was the Navy like”, she asked as she lit the thick blunt and taking a hit. Erik took another sip and said “awe well. Kinda reminded me of MIT. Niggas tryna be all big and bad and shit. We trained a lot. I bulked up and grew my hair out.” She nodded as he thought to himself.

“Where are they now?”

“Who?”

“Ya folks”.

Roxanne still was rolling her blunt when she said “back home in Jamaica. We, uh, we got separated when I was thirteen. They ain’t had their papers, some folks found out and they were gone when I came back from school.” Erik noticed how her shoulders slumped but her demeanor stayed the same. “Sorry to hear that.”

“It is was it is. Niggas were upset to see a woman with her business of owning a restaurant and a man with a car appreciation business basically. I was put up for foster care and hopped around from home to home”, she said before stopping in mid memory. She looked to her dagger as Erik sat closer and rubbed his shoulder. “When did ma take you in?”

“Took months. I was hopping from Malibu to Vegas, the ATL and every where on this hell hole. My last name changed so much but then D’Angelo reconnecting when he saw me at the mall out here. I was down the way around that time. Been through some dark times, even thought about taking my own life until I got away. I was 17 and in a real dark place. Then ma took me but wasn’t able to be released until 18; but still stayed around.”

Roxanne passed the blunt to him so he can take a hit. Erik let the air out through his nose as he asked “when was the last time you saw them?” Roxanne took a shot of her drink and said “last year. I go out there every once in a while but since ma got worst, I gotta stay back and watch RayRay.” Erik leaned his head back looking at her face as she let out some air. “I race because my mom did it.” She smiled at the memory and said “I remember when my mom and ma was actually competing one another. My mom was a biker and that’s when I fell in love with it. She was incredible. Seeing her decked out in all black leather was like inspiration for me. My pop and I used to go a lot with her. Every race, she called us her lucky charms.” Roxanne looked over at Erik’s eyes and asked “tell me about your folks.”

Erik’s demeanor changed slightly but he pulled his eyes away from hers to look at the ceiling. “They dead. My, uh, my moms was murdered in prison and my dad was murdered in our apartment. They found these deep ass marks in his chest while I was playing basketball. Not sure what happened but when I ran up to get something to drink, he was drowning in his own blood. It was everywhere. Niggas took my dad out and I never found out who. I was just like you, hopping from place to place. Some were what ever and some was bad as hell. Had one family where they adopted all kinds of kids and made us food that was worst than the food my moms had when she was locked up. I had some dark times until my last guardian took me in. Some young cat, about 32 to at the time. Taught me how to be book and street smart.”

Roxanne looked over at him then at the tv screen. “Where he at now”, she asked folding her arms. He looked to her and then where she was looking. “Died years ago. When I was in service over seas.” She closed her eyes and took a hit of the blunt again, letting the smoke out. She shook her head as she opened her eyes and handed the blunt to Erik. “Life’s a strange thing, E. We are put on this world just to get hurt, to feel then to die. Makes no fucking sense. Never will. Like seriously what is the point of living if we just gonna rot in the ground anyways.” He looked at her to see her eyes on him and nodded, agreeing.

“So, E. How come you single anyways? I mean you seem like a cool dude”. She asked folding her legs together and looking at him. “It’s simple. Never could find the one. I like being myself. I like being to myself. Like staying lowkey. I mean I fuck from time to time but that’s just fucking to me; no strings attached.”

“Same here. I mean yeah I got my crew and Ray but sometimes I just like being alone. I can think clearly with a book and some bomb ass music while smoking or drinking ya know? It’s just that when I by myself, I feel like-“

“You can breathe with focus “, he interrupted to add and looked over at her as she smiled small. They continued smoking for a while listening to old school music. “Aight, let’s see if you got good taste. Top three old school r&b artist, go,” Roxanne said before passing him the blunt. “Easy, Joe, Tyrese, and Usher,” he said all confident before she smacked his chest. “Nigga, I said old school not 90’s r&b. Just for that you get no more weed”. He kissed his lips and said “fine, muthafucka. What’s your top three?” She looked at him and said “Marvin Gaye, Eddie Holman and Donny Hathaway, boom!” Erik shook his head chuckling and said “aight, but picture this. You get high as fuck right? What will be your playlist? Top 5, any genre of music, any decade.”

“Awe damn, E. Shit. Let’s see, um, ok I got it. Yearning for Your Love by the Gap Band, Frontin’ by Pharrell, It Was A Good Day by Ice Cube, Computer Love by Zapp and Roger and Time Machine by Willow. Your turn.”

“Aight, of course we got It was a good day, Hands on the wheel by Schoolboyq, Gangstas Paradise by Coolio, Passin Me By by the Pharcyde, I wish it would rain by The Temptations and , I guess, Stairway to Heaven by the OJays”, Erik said rubbing his abs through his shirt. Roxxx took noticed, bit the corner of her lip away from before taking a deep breath. “So, Erik. About ya marks, are they everywhere?”

He looked to her to see that she was looking at the ceiling. Her legs were wide enough for him to see her mound print. She looked good enough to eat, literally. “Nah, they not.” As he looked away biting his lip, Roxanne turned her head to him. “Did they hurt?”

“Nah, well only for like a second but the more I did it, the less it hurt.” Roxanne nodded in agreement as she started to play music, rolling another blunt. She hit shuffle on her phone and The Gap band played. She placed the blunt between her lips and lit the end waiting for the spark to pop up. She placed her lighter inside the box and leaned her head back on the couch playing the air guitar with closed eyes and tapping her feet. Erik watched her as he chuckled making her look at him with a smirk; she handed the blunt to him. He noticed the scars underneath her left forearm tattoo; he counted at least twelve. He took a hit letting the smoke leave his nose. Roxanne was too busy lip syncing the lyrics to notice Erik’s glare. Roxanne was a beautiful woman who was a boss all in one. She had everything he was looking for but it was too early to mention it. They only knew each other for like a couple of weeks or so. With eyes like the glass of Jack Daniels she held in her hand. Her lips would look like two plush pillows around him and with a body like hers, she would be the only woman he fucked with. Erik always had a thing for independent women because it showed they didn’t need a man or anyone to be around so it made him feel special in a way.

For hours, they just sat in comfortable silence, enjoying one another’s company. Roxanne was hanging off the couch with legs on the wall while Erik rested his head on her legs looking at the window, at the dark skies. “Aye, Roxxx?” She looked up at him like in slow motion and said “yeah?” His eyes fell on hers and said “we been getting fucked up all day, ma.” He smirked and she started laughing, agreeing with him. “Shit, the sun just said fuck y’all niggas, I’m going to bed”, she commented making him laugh. “Like I’m out this bitch. Y’all with the shenanigans”; they laughed again out loud enough for Ray Ray to come out. He was dress in a clean tee and sweats as he rose his brow to them. “Y’all niggas fucked up, man.” Erik and Roxxx looked at him and started laughing again.

Ray Ray rolled his eyes as he made his way to the door and he opened it, he reached out for a slender woman’s waist. Roxxx looked towards the door when she took in the faint smell of Bath & Body Works’ Japanese Cherry Blossom body spray, making her sit all the way up. The woman had icy blonde hair and medium brown skin. She wore a green tube top, jeans that hugged her curves and matching fuzzy slides. “There go my baby”, RayRay said kissing in her neck. She giggled while trying to get out of his grasps. Erik looked over at Roxanne who held a stank, irritated face; he chuckled while leaning back. RayRay looked into Erik’s face and said “Erik, this is my baby, Angelica. Angel, this is my brother, E.”

Angel saw Erik on the couch and said “hello, Erik. I see Roxxx finally found a man instead of acting like one.” Roxanne was about to hop off the couch with her knife but was pulled back by Erik. Erik whispered in her ear low enough for the others to not hear. “Chill. We good, aight.” She looked back at him then rolled her eyes leaning forward. “And it look like ya finally got some good hair instead of that dusty crusty one you been rocking since Obama was in office the first time, huh?” Raymond chuckled but waved it off. “Sis, chill. My baby still looked good.”

“Since when has she every looked good. I’m amazed her pussy ain’t start a huge as tornado with all that hot air going in and out. More niggas ran through her than a white bitch in an all black porno gang bang.” Erik spit out his drink before covering his mouth. Angel placed her hands on her hips and said “you got jokes, huh? Well, I got one for ya. What you call a bitch that ain’t had dick since the ‘incident’?” Roxxx looked up at her with an irritated look then to Raymond. “You told her about that?” Raymond looked to her and said “nah, she probably over heard-“.

“Over heard what”; he was silent looking at Angel. Roxxx leaned forward picking up a new wrap as Erik watched. “Raymond, you need to go pack a bag. You need stay with that bitch for the week.” Roxanne began wrapping the blunt as Ray shook his head before looking to Angel, signaling her to go to the car; she went as he went to pack a bag and leave, slamming the door shut. Roxanne’s lit the blunt between her lips and lied back. Erik wondered what they all meant but decided it wasn’t his place. “You good, Roxxx”, he asked with a rose brow. She looked to him and said “I’m good. Just-“, she stopped and blinked away a tear he couldn’t see on the other side of her face. She stood up and handed him the blunt before saying “you can stay the night if ya want. We been drinking all day and I can’t let anyone get hurt drinking and driving out here.” He nodded and said “I’m down” She took a deep breath, clearing her throat and said “I’ll go get you some blankets and shit. I- uh- just washed so you good.” She smirked a little before straightening her face again and going to fetch the new sheets.

Hours later, Erik was lying on the couch with his tall frame knocked out as Hey There Lonely Girl by Eddie Holman played from her room. Roxanne looked up to the ceiling in deep thought, right arm behind her head and left head arm resting against her stomach. Her lips were tight as she bit on her bottom one, nostrils flaring and eyes red, soaked with tears and brows stitched in anger.

I hope y’all enjoyed this chapter because the next would definitely make ya emotions stir up.

*𝕋𝔸𝔾𝔾𝔼𝔻 𝕃𝕆𝕍𝔼𝕊*

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shesawriter39049 · 5 years

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|THE PLUG| M| JIMIN |4

SMUT/ANGST

**For this first time, Jimin’s “lifestyle” clashes with yours...what happens when work makes him miss one of the most monumental moments in your career!? **

-JIMIN’S YOUR PLUG…AND HE’S KIDNA BECOMING YOUR MANS!

1.2 K sneak peek-

Jimin’s whipped and in his feels and so is the OC

Jimin’s still fucking perfect though...and a freak..but we all know this!

Things are starting to get just as much angsty as sexy…and the OC’s lowkey freaking out a little....

SLIGHT daddy kink, mentioned twice

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

Jimin couldn't hide the smile on his face if he wanted too, grinning from ear to ear as he watched you sway in his direction. Suddenly the nervousness he felt flooding through his body the entire drive over here disappeared, all that mattered in this moment was you. “Fuck..” Swept past his lips almost breathless as he pulled his blacked out aviators off hanging them in the neckline of his black V-neck. The sun and the slight breeze was damn sure working in your favor, giving Jimin his own little runway show so it seemed. In his eyes you always looked good…”cute and fuckable” in his words, but due to your work schedules and obviously your previous arrangement which was essentially a booty call! It was rare he got to see you all dolled up like this, in your heels, hair and makeup done, skin tight midi dress that clung to every curve that Jimin’s committed to memory. Sitting on the hood of his challenger in the parking lot, distressed dark wash jeans that gave you no choice but to stare at those sinfully thick thighs of his! The minute you were in arms length he grabbed you, pulling your body into his which you fit like a glove, spreading his legs just enough to trap you in between them. Nuzzling your nose in the crook of his neck, a sigh of contentment leaving both of your lips at the contact. Giving yourself a moment to take in the scent of his cologne mixed with his natural aroma which you loved a little too much, even for your own liking! Hands slowly soothing up his back only to get tangled in his thick mane of hair, raking your nails down the nape.

“Hi baby…” Rolled off his tongue and into you hair, physically able to hear the smile in his voice, palms soothing up your ass, gently kenading his fingers into your skin through the fabric of your dress “God, I love how you feel…so soft and just...mine...mmm” A low moan fell from your lips at that, instantly feeling almost lightheaded. The things this man could do to you, hands coming up to find their home on your waist, not trusting himself where they currently sat! Leaving a couple kisses up the side of his neck, pulling back to admire the faint outline from your lipgloss, the sun accentuating the gold reflexes from the glitter. Bringing your forhead up to rest against his, lashes touching in the procces, you look too damn tempting right now, espeically considring the two of you were outside of your work, but fuck. The idea of bending you over the hood of his car sounds painfully appealing, leaning down to let his lips capture yours nothing subtle about it Jimin kissed you with force. His tongue clashing clashing against yours, volleying it against his teasingly as if you’d really fight him for dominance, A growl leaving his lips once he realises too, pulling back to sink his teeth into your bottom lip, hand coming up to make firm contact with our ass until you knead out into his mouth. Soothing his palm over your cheek, which made you ultimately give in,Jimin moaned once given free reign of your mouth. Suddenly switching up the pace, his actions becoming more delicate as he tangled his fingers in your hair.

“Soooo...there's a reason I asked you to meet me for lunch…”

Smiling against his lips before pulling away, a slight hum leaving his lips as he cocked his head to the side, brow quirked in curiously. Rubbing slow soothing circles up your sides “ I found out it was confirmed almost 2 weeks ago….but things between us were still so new, and up in the air,so I didnt wanna make things weird by brining it up right away...” Palming your hands up his shoulders nervously,unintentionally fluttering your eyes away from him until you felt his index finger flick your chin. Silently demanding your undivided attention, and clearly you weren’t one to deny Jimin of any of his desires!

God your face was so damn hot, why were you so nervous for this!? It’s a GOOD thing Y/N breathe ..”Babbyy…” Slipplied from his lips catiously “Are youuuu like...preg-” Jimin didint even let the word fully slip past his tonuge before you were almost ready to fight!

“NO! GOD NO! That’s the last thing I need right now” Just the thought of it alone had your blood presure rising, eyes almost bucking out of there sockets which only had Jimin cackling. At least he found this humerous....heart damn near thumping out of your chest!

“Well shit, if it’s not that it can’t be that deep, your a big girl...I know you prefer to swallow but spit it out…” Gazing back at you with the cheekiest grin on his lips, reaching up to playfully pinch his nipple, alright maybe it wasn’t so playful. And neather was the hiss that left his throat, so damn sinful! A second away from saying fuck lunch and just dropping to your knees! Since that wasn’t an option you despertly tried to pretend as if you didnt hear the whine that just rolled off his tonuge!

“Oh fuck you! Okay, Okay, well... I have my first official show ...as in it’s booked, sponsered, the full nine” Nose scrunching in tentatively, not quite sure how he’ll react or if he’ll even care but you should no better, this is Jimin were talking about here!

This man's face lit up immediately, those big puppy dog eyes of his gazing down at you with nothing but fondness “Oh my god baby!!!” Squeezing you into his arms, kissing you hard enough to knock the wind out of you before picking you up. Twirling you around in his arms ”I’m so damn proud of you…” Something about hearing Jimin say that you a second away from tears...you didn't have family around to say it so he was the closest thing you’d had in years. The first person in lords knows when to mean enough to you to make that phrase hold weight!

“Thank you..” Exhaled from your body shakingly, the grip you help around his waist tightened. As if he could read your mind Jimin switched gears, wanting to pull you out of that headspace. Ducking down to kiss up the side of your neck in between words.

“Soo you know this means I’m coming over tonight , and were having realy ,really kinky sex right? All night...high,nasty,sex! I’m talking like, on top of your dining room table next to the carry out..spread wide open on your fucking stairs. However and wherever I want you , I’m having you, daddy’s in full control, I know how much my baby can reallyyy take” Jimin was litterally moaning in your ear, and ya what know, dick sounds more appealing than food right now! “Fuck,and your gonna take it, over and over again until you know how proud I am... god I’m gonna fuck you soo damn good!” Sinking his teeth into the patch of skin behind your ear since he knew your hair would cover the mark he was currently leaving behind “..bescause you deserve it...”

“Mmm,that a promise?” Brow quirked slightly purposely challenging him, as you nibbled on the side of his ear, words coming out breathier than intended..

“Damn right it is, you already know how long I last when I’m high, I just can’t wait to see how long baby last before she's begging daddy to tap out...” A low whine leaving your throat, reclining your neck to give his tongue more access.

“But wait...”Pulling back suddenly, clearly perplexed, and considering the current conversation so where you “Whyyyy... were you nervous to tell me about that??Baby it’s what you’ve been waiting for” Mhhmm, It’s what you've been working towards since you got your promotion 8 months ago!

“Umm..well…” There the nerves go again “I also wanted to invite you, as my date....I-I’m not trying to rush things and introduce you as my man but. I just, I don’t know, I really want you there, and not just hiding in the damn corner somewhere…I wanted you by my side...if your comfortable with that” fidgeting with the rings on your fingers slightly, feeling like complete puddy in his grasp, suddenly questioning if you were 17 again!

Jimin’s damn near melted at that, eyes beaming, the smile that spread across his face instantly eliminated any uncertainty you had prior! He’s been the one up with you as of late, at all hours of the night, just chillin on the couch. Smoking while your creating,editing, destroying, having mental breakdowns..the full nine!

Pulling your forward lightly by the chain around your neck, leaning in for one more lingering kiss before responding. “That’s why you were nervous?! Are you fucking serious Y/n of course, I’d go!” Tone indicating he was actually somewhat offended that you thought otherwise. “I’d be more pissed if I wasn’t at least invited...when is it?”

“Monnnn-day???” Tone hopefully, maybe too hopeful especially once you took in the look on Jimin’s face looking like someone just stole his damn bike! “What-what's..wrong?” You are very tentative at this point...almost scared to know the answer.

A deep exhale left his body at that, recling his neck slightly, raking his fingers though his hair “I-fuck...I was going to tell you at lunch, that I gotta leave tomorrow morning...” Pausing to read your body language , your mouth forming an unintentional “O” not sure what else to say! “I’m, not set to be back until... Tuesday….” Slowly dropping his gaze away from ours, Jimin literally felt naesous right now. Your body tensing under his hold and what made it even worse is he could feel it “Baby I’m so-”

“No, no it’s cool, it was supid anyway, were not even official yet so I can't be offended that you can’t go..you have a job too...I understand” Bullshit, nothing but bullshit, not even sounding remotely convincing as your voice wavered in your throat, like a leaf in the wind. “I-umm..I should probably get inside and prep-” Attempting to pull away but Jimin was always one step ahead of you.

“You still haven’t even eaten lu-”

“It’s fine, I’ll like grab grub hub or something..” Still trying to pull away, is it maybe because your eyes were bruning and even though you weren’t “Official” you felt like you’d just been knocked in the gut and wanted to cry?

“Okay...can I atleast pay for it?” Tone a second away from almost begging, of all the times for Jay to come around..it just fucking HAD to be now!!?

“No, no, Jimin it’s fine you don’t need to do that...I’ll ummm, call you when I get off okay??” Pulling away without a hug or a kiss, and more importantly you didn't make eye contact with him and that hurt more than anything else.

“Y/n!?”- Silence

“Baby!!?” - You could hear the slight plea within his voice but if you turned around he’d see you cry and you weren’t doing that! You told him you could handle this..you told yourself you could handle this!

“Fuck!” Growled from his chest as he raked his fingers through his scalp almost painfully hard.

Jimin knew he warned you, warned you that this wouldn’t alway’s fun, and you’d have to take the good with the bad! But fuck, did he warn himself!!!? Because he literally felt as though he was a second away from throwing up right now! The look on your face once he told you he wouldn't be here was burning through his mind on instant replay, as you walked away from him.

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THAT’S ALL SHE WROTE FOR NOW, IF YOUR EXCITED SHOW ME SOME LOVE AND COME LEMME KNOW…

ALSO ….21Q’S PART 2 WILL COME BEFORE THIS..BUT I WROTE THIS RIGHT AFTER PART 3...SOOOO...I WANTED TO GET THIS SNEAK PEEK UP FOR NOW....IT WILL BE A COUPLE WEEKS BEFORE PART 4!

LOVE YOU GUYS AS ALWAYS,

ROCKI

MASTERLIST

#Jimin #jimin smut #park jimin #park jimin smut #jimin angst #bts #bts smut #bts au #bts angst #jimin au #park jimin au #kpop #kpop smut #kpop au

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adistantstarblog · 5 years

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27 Minutes Ficlet

Hey everyone, here’s a little to say thanks to my followers. You guys are great. Oh and this ficlet may or may not have been based on a real-life event. 😁 I hope you enjoy! Have a great day!

-=-

It was the middle of the morning and the sound of rain hit the roof of her house. The monsoon season was her favorite time of year, and the best weather to write in, as far as Clarke was concerned. But she was thinking too much, and because of that, she was currently stuck on the same scene she had been stuck on for a couple hours. Picking up her tea, she stared at her screen, held it in front of her face and took a deep breath in.

She did not like the way her writing was going. It sounded too...directive, like she was trying too hard. Clarke took a gulp of her tea and almost choked on it when her phone chimed beside her on the desk. Wiping at her face she grabbed up the phone and saw she had a text from Lexa,

‘Want to talk later?’

Clarke sat back in her chair and read it again, unable to help the smile that spread over her face. They had met online through one of her social media platforms, Lexa had been one of her readers, and though they lived states apart, their friendship was getting stronger and stronger every day. In fact, it was only a month ago Lexa had finally convinced Clarke to let her call her. Now she couldn't get enough. Taking another drink of her tea, Clarke set the glass down and typed back,

‘Sure.’ She added a blushing smiley face emoji and hit send. There wasn’t an answer. But she’d learned Lexa didn’t answer every time. She didn’t have to. They were good enough friends that that was all it took. But she couldn’t wait for later. Taking a deep breath, Clarke set the phone down and looked at her computer screen to try again. Clarke started to type,

‘Entering the room she saw her mother sat on the couch reading the newspaper..’

Clarke frowned. That wasn’t right. Shaking her head she highlighted it all and hit delete. Then tried again,

‘Walking into the room she saw her mom on the couch. Eliza leaned against the door-frame and smiled, ‘hi mom.’ Her mom looked up from the paper.’

So far, so good, Clarke thought. Then she tried adding more.

‘Eliza watched her mom fold the paper. She knew what she was about to ask but she hoped she wouldn’t. Her mom asked it anyway,

‘How was your day?’

That completely sucked. Highlighting it all, Clarke hit delete and shoved her chair back from her computer. Rubbing her forehead with her hands she knew she needed a break. She was at the point now, that no matter what she tried, it only seemed to be making it worse. Picking up her head she was just about to stand up again when her phone started ringing. She glanced down at it and smiled when she read Lexa’s name as the incoming caller. She wasn’t expecting the call for hours so it surprised her. Grabbing the phone she answered and put it to her ear, “hello?” she knew she couldn’t keep the frustration from her voice as she got up from her chair.

“Hey!” Lexa sounded happy and it made Clarke smile. She thought she heard a car door open, and then close. Was Lexa going somewhere?

“Hey,” she pushed in her chair, turned around and flopped on her bed that was just two feet behind her desk. Her desk was gigantic, holding five computers normally it took up half her room, her bed took up most of the rest of the space, “so soon?” Clarke closed her eyes and grinned as she lay spread out on her back. They usually talked late into the night. Into the morning, really. Clarke snorted softly in amusement at that fact.

“Yeah,” Lexa answered, “It's lunchtime and I was going out to get a pizza and…” she heard a smile in Lexa’s slight pause, “thought I’d take you along. Is that okay? It's a just a few minutes away.”

“Of course!” Clarke answered. She closed her eyes and grinned as she lay spread out on her back, “I mean. I was just about to take a break. I mean..” she sighed, “I really needed one and now’s a good time to take it with you.” She winced. She really needed to stop rambling so much. But when Lexa called, all her game just flew out the window.

Lexa sounded concerned, “why? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, really,” Clarke blew hair out of her face, “I mean. I’ve just been working on the same thing for hours now and it seems like I’m just making it worse. The mom seems too nosy or something. So yeah, I’ll go with you to get a pizza.” she laughed, “I’m glad you called.” She heard Lexa’s smile,

“You’ll get it. I know you will. And me too. I usually listen to music or something in the car. But since it's so close, I didn’t want to fight with hooking it all up just to, you know, have to unhook it all again after just one song and take it all back inside with me again. So, I thought I’d take you instead.”

“I’ll keep you company,” Clarke laughed, “and talk your ears off while you drive.”

“I like when we talk.” Lexa countered.

Clarke rolled her eyes in amusement, “me too.” She thought of something, “hey, we are still going to talk later, right?” she remembered the first text Lexa sent about talking later. And if this was it for the day that was okay. But she really enjoyed talking with her late into the night, for hours. Seven hours was usually about the median of the calls. And it felt like she was in high-school again talking on the phone all night, except that, in high school, she hadn’t.

“Of course, this isn't a substitute one call for another.”

“I didn't think so,” Clarke laughed, “but I still wanted to ask to be sure. I love our all night phone calls.”

Over the line Lexa chuckled, “me too.”

Clarke cleared her throat and tried not to think of the way her heart sped up a little hearing Lexa say that, “so why a pizza?” She asked.

“There's a Game coming on,” she heard Lexa’s grin, “and I'm here at the pizza place, so…” Lexa trailed the word off, “I’ll be right back.”

“Okay,” Clarke smiled and relaxed a little more into the bed. She heard Lexa put the phone down and take her seat-belt off, she heard the car door open and then close again. And then, silence.

She imagined her friend walking inside, maybe brushing wrinkles out of her clothes that weren’t there in the first place. Lexa was a very proper person, well, in public, because Clarke laughed thinking of some of the recent calls they had had. They’d spent almost an hour the other night talking about bodily functions like it was the most normal conversation in the world. And it was so easy too. Right from the start, they had just...connected and so far, there hadn’t been a tmi limit at all. She was pulled out of her thoughts by the sound of a door open.

Clarke waited expectantly for her friend to pick up her phone again, but for the first few minutes all Lexa heard was rattling and banging around in the car...which made her laugh under her breath and wonder what exactly was going on. Did Lexa have to make room for the boxes? How much Pizza did she buy? A chuckle at those thoughts left her as finally Lexa picked back up,

“Okay, two pizzas.” she announced. Clarke heard the car door close and Lexa start the engine again and the car she was in came back to life.

“Two?” Clarke laughed, “how in the world are you going to eat all that?”

“Oh, they are personal pan pizzas,” Lexa answered, probably pulling out of the parking lot, because Clarke could tell her thoughts were a little distracted so she was paying attention to the road, “I mean, I wanted two kinds. But I didn’t want to eat pizza the rest of the week by getting a full size one.”

Clarke laughed again, “yeah...I usually end up eating pizza for at least two days when I go to get one.” there was a place right down the street she could walk to in seven minutes -she had timed it once- and part of her wanted pizza now but she wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to walk in the rain. She really, really, didn’t need to get sick right now.

Lexa laughed over the phone and asked, “what’s your lunch?”

Clarke loved the sound of Lexa’s laugh. It made her heart happier. But she bit her lip because she hadn’t considered it yet and quickly thought of what she had in the kitchen, “pasta,” she said at last, “probably fettuccine alfredo.”

“That sounds good.”

Clarke rolled over on her stomach and picked at the edge of the blanket, “well…” she teased, “I could put chicken in it.”

“Ew,” Lexa grumbled teasingly, “no..no no no...”

Clarke just laughed, “but it's my specialty, and you said you eat chicken sometimes.”

“I do.” Lexa admitted, “but you know I’m picky.”

“I know,” Clarke laughed, “that's why I tease you. I mean, come on,” she smiled, “there has to be something you can tease me about.”

Lexa snorted, “actually, I can’t think of anything you’re actually pretty normal.”

Clarke rolled her eyes and smiled because Lexa would of course say that. She sighed though, because she was pretty sure the call would end soon, and she would have to get back to work and Lexa to her day, but she felt better knowing they would talk later, “what pizza’s did you get? Did you get pineapple? Alot of people like pineapple on pizza,” Clarke made a face even though Lexa couldn’t see it, “not me.” she shuddered.

Lexa laughed again, “well one of them is ham and pineapple.”

“Ugh..” Clarke groaned teasingly, “but whyyyy?” she asked, “why ruin a perfectly good pizza with…”

“The other is pepperoni and mushroom and cheese and olive and um…I don’t know. All kinds of toppings?”

“Tomato?” Clarke asked smiling again. She sat up on her bed. It was Lexa’s turn to groan now,

“Ugh..” she said, “tomatoes are squishy.”

Clarke laughed. Lexa did too. And then the line went silent, but it still had a happy edge. Then Lexa sighed and Clarke knew exactly what she was going to say, it was time for her to go. For now.

“Well, Clarke, I’m home.”

“Yeah,” Clarke smiled wryly, “I was just going to say you probably have to go.”

“Yeah,” Lexa admitted, “I have to eat lunch, and you got to work.”

“I do,” Clarke agreed, she glanced over at her computer beckoning her to come back to the fic.

“I’ll call later.” Lexa promised. Clarke heard a car door open, she heard Lexa grunting a little and things started banging around in the car again. Then the car door closed. Clarke smiled happily,

“Okay,” she said, and took a deep breath preparing for the call to end.

“Bye, Clarke.”

Clarke was content, “bye Lexa. Thank you for taking me with you. Feel free to do it again.”

“I will,” she could hear Lexa’s smile,”it was fun. Bye.”

“Bye.” Clarke repeated. It took a few times sometimes to say goodbye.

Lexa hung up the phone first, and Clarke studied it a second before swiping through the screen to look at the time on the call. 27 minutes. She laughed. It was a record time because they could go on for hours and not even know it. With a laugh Clarke typed out a text to Lexa informing her they had talked just 27 minutes and sent it off. Getting up she went back to her computer.

Outside it was still raining. The soft pattering noise was relaxing. She sat down in her chair and smiled and started typing. She couldn’t wait for later when they could talk again.

#Clexa #Pizza Fic

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imdoingthismspaintadventure · 5 years

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Worm 2.3 - In which Taylor has the best day ever

I didn’t have any time to contemplate the message I’d received from Tattletale. The bell rang and I had to hurry to properly log off and shut down before heading to my next class. As I gathered my stuff, I realized I had been so caught up in researching on the villains I’d met last night and in Tattletale’s message that I had forgotten to worry about getting into trouble for skipping class. I felt a kind of resignation as I realized I would have to face the music later in the day, anyways.

Time flies when you’re having fun, or at least reading about interesting stuff. Like the fact that a member of a villanous group maaay or may not have solicited a meetup.

Also the classes you missed would eventually come back around to bite you, so it’s better that it happens now.

Madison was already in her seat as I got to the classroom. She had a pair of girls crouching by either side of her desk, and all three of them broke into giggles as they saw me. Bitches.

Ugh. What a great start to the next class. This is going to suck.

My seat of choice was the far right, front row, closest to the door. Lunch hour and immediately after school was when the trio tended to give me the hardest time, so I tried to sit as close as possible to the door, for a quick escape. I spotted a puddle of orange juice on the seat, with the empty plastic bottle lying just underneath the chair. Madison was going for a two for one. It was both a ‘prank’ and a reminder of how they had doused me with juice and soft drinks last Friday. Irritated, I carefully avoided looking at Madison and took an empty seat a few rows back.

Taylor don’t you know that’s not the seat where the protagonist must be? Read up on your tropes!

Also uuuuugghhhh, the bitches supreme continue with their pathetic teasing bullshit.

Mr Gladly entered the room, he was short and young enough you could almost mistake him for another high school student. It took a few minutes for him to start the class, and he immediately ordered us to break into groups of four to share our homework with one another and to prepare to share it with the rest of the class. The group that had the most to contribute would win the prize he had mentioned on Friday, treats from the vending machine.

Oh and this is great too!

Honestly, the less palsy and group exercise-y my teachers are, the better. I don’t like having to do weird assignments and then share it with everybody else. The introvert in me dies a violent death thinking about it.

It was stuff like this that made Mr. Gladly my least favorite teacher. I got the impression he’d be surprised to hear he was anyone’s least favorite teacher, but that was just one more point against him in my book. I don’t think he comprehended why people might not like him, or how miserable group work was when you didn’t identify with any of the groups or cliques in the school. He just figured people liked doing group work because it let them talk and hang out with their friends in class.

Seems like Taylor agrees with me! Sometimes it can be fun, but yeaaaah.

While the class got sorted, I figured I’d avoid standing around like a loser with no group to join and get something else out of the way. I approached the desk at the front of the room.

“Mr. Gladly?”

“Call me Mr. G. Mr. Gladly is my dad,” he informed me with a sort of mock sternness.

Oh god he just did that.

“Sorry, uh, Mr. G. I need a new textbook.”

He gave me a curious look, “What happened to your old one?”

Soaked with grape juice by a trio of harpies. “I lost it,” I lied.

“Replacement textbooks are thirty five dollars. I don’t expect it now, but…”

“I’ll have it for you by the end of the week,” I finished for him.

Taylor don’t lie about these things. He probably won’t do jack shit, but downplaying your situation isn’t a good thing to do!

He handed me a textbook, and I looked over the room before joining the only group with room for more: Sparky and Greg. We had been in a group several times before, as the leftovers when all the friends and cliques had banded together.

At least you have company....?

Sparky and Greg sounds like a comedy duo, honestly.

Sparky had apparently picked up his nickname when a third grade teacher used it in an ironic sense, and it had stuck, to the point where I doubted anyone but his own mother even knew his real name. He was a drummer, long haired, and was so out of touch with reality that you could stop talking in the middle of a sentence and he wouldn’t notice. He just went through life in a daze, presumably until he could do his thing, which was his band.

Fun fact, the “nickname becoming his only name” is a real thing. We had a classmate we just called Pan, and I don’t know where that originated from, but it wasn’t his real name or even close. I don’t think we ever knew his real name...

School is weird.

Also he seems veeery zoned out, holy shit. This one won’t contribute anything to the group project, huh?

Greg was just the opposite. He was smarter than average, but he had a way of saying every thought that came into his head – his train of thought didn’t have any brakes. Or tracks. It would have been easier to be in a group with just Sparky and essentially do the work by myself than it would be to work with Greg.

I have met a Greg. I have met at least two Gregs. We all have probably met a Greg somewhere

So we have a chillaxed drummer and an overeager fuckup. Looks like it’s time to begin the classic show “Let’s to this group essay by ourselves!”

Yaay!

I got my share of the homework out of my new backpack. Mr. Gladly had asked us to come up with a list of ways that capes had influenced society. In between the various steps of my getting ready for my first night out in costume, I had taken the time to fix up my art project and had come up with a fairly comprehensive list for Mr. Gladly’s homework. I had even used newspaper and magazine clippings to support my points. I felt pretty good about it.

Taylor is pretty efficient about her work, I like it.

A way in which it has influenced society is that now instead of normal crime bosses, we have regenarative metal-scaled hellfire-spewing living human dragon crime bosses. Don’t ask me how I know or why I smell of ash and smoke.

“I didn’t get much done,” Greg said, “I got distracted by this new game I got and it is really really good, it’s called Space Opera, have you played it?”

Oh--Ohno

Greg no

A full minute later he was still on the same topic, even though I wasn’t playing any attention to him or giving him any feedback on what he was saying, “…you have to understand it’s a genre, and it’s one I’ve really been getting into it lately, since I started watching this anime called – Oh, hey, Julia!” Greg broke off from his monologue to wave with enough energy and excitement that I felt a little embarrassed to just be sitting next to him. I turned in my seat to see one of Madison’s friends coming in, late.

Oh god this boy is a walking human disaster.

“Can I be in Madison’s group?” Julia asked Mr. Gladly.

“That wouldn’t be fair. Greg’s group only has three people. Help them,” Mr. Gladly said.

Julia walked over to where we were sitting and made a face. Just loud enough for us to hear, she muttered a disgusted, “Ew.” I felt much the same about her joining us.

nooooooo

The bad situation got even worse!!

Whyyyy

It was downhill from there. Madison’s group moved so the four of them were sitting right next to our group, which let Julia talk with them while still sitting with us. The presence of all the popular and attractive girls in the class just got Greg more wound up, and he began trying to insert himself into their conversation, only to get shut down or ignored. It was embarrassing to watch.

Well this class is being all around fantastic.

If the bitches are the apocalypse then Greg is blowing the fucking trumpets.

“Greg,” I said, trying to distract him from the other group, “Here’s what I did over the weekend. What do you think?”

I handed him the work I had done. To his credit, he gave it a serious read.

“This is really good, Taylor,” He said, when he was done.

“Let me see,” Julia said. Before I could stop him, Greg dutifully handed my work over to her. I watched her glance over it, then toss it onto Madison’s table. There were a few giggles.

“Give that back,” I said.

“Give what back?” Julia said.

“Madison,” I said, ignoring Julia, “Give it back.”

Madison, cute and petite and crush of choice for half the guys in our grade, turned and managed a combined look and tone of such condescension that a grown man would have flinched, “Nobody is talking to you, Taylor.”

Aaaaaaaaaaaaa

Why are they the worst! They are masterful at being the worst!!

That was that. Short of running to the teacher and complaining, I wasn’t going to get my work back, and anyone who considered that an option has clearly never been in high school. Greg looked between me and the girls with a kind of panic before settling into a funk, Sparky had his head down on his desk, either asleep or close to it, and I was left fuming. I made an attempt at trying to to salvage things, but getting Greg to focus was impossible, as he constantly tried to apologize and made lame attempts to convince the other group to give my work back. Our time ran out, and Mr. Gladly picked out people from each group to stand up and go over what they had come up with.

*flips an infinite number of tables*

This is painful and very realistic at the same time! You sure know how to evoke gigantic feelings of frustration, Wildbow!

I sighed as Mr. Gladly picked Greg to do our group’s presentation, and was forced to watch Greg botch it badly enough that Mr. Gladly asked him to sit down before he was finished. Greg was one of those kids I always figured made teachers groan inwardly when they raised their hands in class. The sort of kid that took twice as long to answer as anyone else, and was often only half-right or so off-tangent that it derailed the discussion. I couldn’t imagine what had possessed Mr. Gladly to pick Greg to do our group’s presentation.

And of course Greg is the one picked! Of couuurse.

The universe is a petty bitch like that.

Honestly Taylor, the fact that you haven’t said fuck it, and gone Exodus on the school is proof that you are a good person.

What made things worse was that I then got to watch Madison rattle off my very impressive sounding list of ways capes had changed the world. She cribbed almost all of my stuff; fashion, economics, Tinkers and the tech boom, the fact that movies, television and magazines had been tweaked to accommodate cape celebrities, and so on. Still, she got it wrong when explaining how law enforcement had changed. My point had been that with qualified capes easing the workload and taking over for most high profile crises, law enforcement of all stripes were more free to train and expand their skill sets, making for smarter, more versatile cops. Madison just made it sound like they got a lot of vacation days.

Oh fuck off Madison! At least you explained it wrong, you absolute dick.

This is just the “Taylor’s life sucks” episode, isn’t it?

Mr. Gladly named another group as the winners, by virtue of the sheer number of things they had come up with, though he made a point of saying the quality of Madison’s work was nearly good enough to count. From there, he moved on to his lecture.

At least she didn’t win. There is some justice in the world.

A pitiful, insignificant amount...

I was steamed and I could hardly focus on the lecture, as my power crackled and tugged at my attention from the periphery of my consciousness, making me acutely aware of every bug within a tenth of a mile. I could tune it out, but the extra concentration that took, coupled with the anger I felt towards Madison and Mr. Gladly, was distracting enough that I couldn’t focus on the lecture. I took a cue from Sparky and put my head down on the desk. Being as exhausted from the previous night’s activity as I was, it was all I could do to keep from dozing off. Still, spending the class half asleep made it go by faster. I was startled when the bell rang.

Oh shit her powers get more powerful or precise when she’s pissed off! That is very interesting

At least she can keep it in check and not have a bee accidentally give the Lung treatment of stinger to eyeball to some of these wonderful individuals.

As everyone gathered their things and began to file out, Mr. Gladly approached me and quietly said, “I’d like you to stick around for a few minutes, please.”

I just nodded and put my books away, then waited for the teacher to finish negotiating where to meet the prize winners from the class contest so he could pay for their prizes.

When it was just me and Mr. Gladly in the classroom, he cleared his throat and then told me, “I’m not stupid, you know.”

“Okay,” I replied, not sure how to respond.

!!! Is Mr. Gladly actually going to do something?!

Nice!! Good on you, Gladly, for bringing this up!

“I have something of an idea of what goes on in my classroom. I don’t know exactly who, but I know some people are giving you a pretty hard time.”

“Sure,” I said.

“I saw the mess left on your usual seat today. I remember a few weeks back when glue was smeared on your desk and chair. There was also the incident that happened at the start of the year. All of your teachers had a meeting about that.”

I couldn’t meet his gaze as he brought that last event up. I looked at my feet.

“And I’m guessing there’s more that I don’t know about?”

Please talk about it Taylor, this cannot continue like this.

“Yeah,” I said, still looking down. It was hard to explain how I felt about this conversation. I was gratified, I think, that someone had brought it up, but annoyed that that someone was Mr. Gladly. I felt kind of embarrassed too, like I had walked into a door and someone was trying too hard to make sure I was okay.

“I asked you after the glue incident. I’m asking you again. Would you be willing to go to the office with me, to talk with the principal and vice principal?”

Ow, Taylor you poor thing! I know exactly how you’re feeling and how much it sucks, but this situation merits the genuine concern!

It is not shameful to need help

After a few moments of consideration, I looked up and asked him, “What would happen?”

“We’d have a discussion about what’s been going on. You would name the person or people you believe responsible, and each of them would be called in to talk to the principal, in turn.”

“And they’d get expelled?” I asked, though I already knew the answer.

Mr. Gladly shook his head, “If there was enough proof, they would be suspended for several days, unless they’ve done something very serious. Further offenses could lead to longer suspensions or expulsion.”

...A several day suspension isn’t going to do shit.

I gave a rueful chuckle, feeling the frustration welling up, “Great. So they might miss a few days of school, and only if I can prove they were behind it all… and whether they get suspended or not, they feel a hundred percent justified in whatever else they do to the rat for revenge.”

Yeaah Taylor is right here. This is just going to backfire.

“If you want things to get better, Taylor, you have to start somewhere.”

“That isn’t a starting point. It’s shooting myself in the foot,” I said, pulling my bag over my shoulder. When he didn’t immediately respond, I left the classroom.

I have to say, they really managed to capture how schools can be Agressively, Gloriously Useless in issues like this a lot of the time

Emma, Madison, Sophia and a half dozen other girls were standing in the hall, waiting for me.

Oh my god it keeps getting worse!

How does it keep getting worse!!

#Worm #worm liveblog #worm parahumans #parahumans liveblog #parahumans #wildbow #Arc 2 #Worm 2.3

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Quirkless but Not Worthless: Chapter 2

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“[_], your leg’s starting to heal nicely. You’re a real trooper,” Dr. Masashi complimented while overlooking her x-rays, her eyebrows furrowed at the site of her arms, the broken bones there would still need time, but other than that, she was doing fine. “Do you have any discomfort in your legs? Are the splints in properly?” She asks, concerned.

She nods, “Yes, Dr. Masashi. I’m as good as I can be. I just can’t wait to get out of this hospital bed.”

“Oh yes, you’ll be out with time. Focus on eating your meals and then, when your leg’s healed enough, you’ll start rehabilitation.” She’s flipping through my papers, giving them one last once over, “I definitely see you getting better. Until next time, [_].” The sound of the soles enter and leave the room, she’s guessing a nurse came in.

“Here’s your lunch, is there anything else you’d like for me to do for you before I leave?” He’s especially peppy, nurses aren’t normally “excited” about work, though it’s better for someone to be happy than pissed.

She shuffles her torso a bit, the fact that both of her legs are raised in the air and her right arm is in a sling make it more difficult to lean up. “Do you, by any chance, know how I got here? The doctors and nurses haven’t told me anything. I’m just a little,” she grunts out, “--confused.”

She can see the gears turning in his mind, there’s no sound but the table being turned so that it’s on top of her, and her lunch being set down. [_] at least has one arm that’s perfectly functional, so she’s been using that without bothering the nurses. It looks and smells good, but her mind is elsewhere, wondering about the events from nearly two weeks ago.

“Let’s see, he had blonde hair, a scowl, and a hero’s costume.”

Her eyes widened, “A hero? Do you know his name?”

He shrugs, “I don’t know that, but he was really cute. He saved your life.”

“I know that now...I wish I could tell him thanks.”

“He even placed you on the gurney himself. I believe he was really worried, it’s a shame he didn’t tell us his name.” He trails off and catches [_] staring at him with the widest eyes, he gives her a sweet smile and makes his way to the door. “I placed the remote on your lap, have a nice meal.”

***

The next week, [_] decided to have a visitor, though her roommate had taken it upon herself to eat the coffee jelly that was supplied by the hospital. “--and then, I told everyone I was doing his work for him the entire time. How could he get promoted before me? I’m too petty to be happy for someone.” She stuffs another spoonful into her mouth.

“Yeah, that’s cool and all, Natasha, but you could scratch the back of my head like I told you to ten minutes ago.” She reluctantly obliges. “Do you have any information on the hero who saved me?”

“His name’s Ground Zero. He was on the news because of what happened to you. I hope you don’t mind being shown on national television. He didn’t stop for an interview either, he just picked you up and blasted away.” Natasha shows a video from her phone that she saved, the sight of [_] crashing into the street before a car comes is almost too much to watch, the moment is cut, and she’s laying on the ground. Ground Zero lands above her, picking her up with one arm, eager to get her to the nearest hospital.

I throw my head back into my pillow, the cushion comforts me, I wonder how he felt and smelled? If he said anything, what was spoken? Was I saved for a reason? Not in his opinion, but in the grand scheme of things? I wonder, just as to what I’m here for, I don’t feel particularly special. The way this all came about is just coincidence, but why me? The statistical probability of being in the wrong place at the wrong time is very high.

“I’m going...to...cheer Ground Zero on. If I’m at a public place, and I see him, I’ll scream for him to win. A hero needs fans.” As soon as I say that she nudges me in the head, “Ow.”

“You love superheros just like me. You just lie.”

“No! I like things the normal amount, I just care about my personal hero!”

“Oh, yeah right. Talking about cheering for a hero--we could have been at all the hero fights cheering!” She starts to go on and on about all the wasted time, and what her favorite heros are for the 100th time. She can talk about heroism for hours.

“You can go home now, Natasha! I’ll be out of here tomorrow. Make sure you pick me up.” [_] dismisses her, but she comes right up to the bedside and mushes her cheeks. [_] is powerless right now and she is loving it.

***

Two more weeks pass and her bones have healed up completely. It’s like it never even happened. She’s even going outside more often, well, that’s because she’s looking for clues on Ground Zero’s whereabouts. Her first day back in school was filled with classmates signing her arm cast. Doing work is easy enough, you really just need one arm for that, anyway. The cast is mounted on a shelf like it’s a trophy, it reminds her everyday to try her best at finding Ground Zero, and thanking him from the bottom of her heart. Maybe she’ll become a super smart medical research scientist and discover a cure for a disease. Who knows what the future holds?

[_]’s search history is scattered with questionings of the hero, where he frequents, where he’s been recently, who he might be friends with...or dating. You have to look that stuff up if you can. Videos from UA’s Tournament popped up with Ground Zero, based on his quirk, which is very rare in itself. With or without the mask, he’s so handsome, but very angry. There’s just so much anger in that boy. Though, he’s ranked number one for the freshmen class, but he seems to get in a lot of trouble. There’s a video from the summer of this same year, caught by a sludge villain, then he was abducted by the League of Super Villains, his face was plastered all over the news.

She leans back in the chair, testing the twist in her legs in boredom, everything’s back to normal for [_]; but what is normal for him? Kidnappings, being restrained by his own school, shouting and cursing at all times? She wonders if he feels like he’s got so many obstacles and that going to UA to become a hero is a mistake? That’s how she’d feel deep down, sometimes [_] doesn’t believe she’s in Japan for a real reason other than just wanting to be on her own as far away from her family as she can. They aren’t terrible people, She’s just been smothered.

Writing down all of the places she’s found, today’s work is done. The only thing to do is to find him, he has to be at or near one of these places. He has to.

***

The first place to check of course is UA Academy. Ditching school to find another guy at his own school seems counterproductive, because you’re just avoiding one school for another. When she’d taken one step past the gates, they closed shut, she had to jump back s quickly, all of her sweets dropped onto the pathway. “Ah, whyyyyy,” a tear nearly drops from her eyes, “If the doors were just going to smash together like that, then there should be a warning.”

Second stop, the next free day she had, was the very same street he seemed to have been patrolling when she had her accident; devoid of any sign of the night her life had changed or that she’d been there at all. Everyone goes on about life naturally. That’s how it is when it doesn’t happen to you, but if you’re saved by a hero, or if you look up to them, they’ll be on your mind many times throughout a day. You become a fan.

That day was spent walking up and down the streets within a ten block radius, hoping to catch Ground Zero, and find him. With hopes set high, the fall is even greater; he wasn’t patrolling today, even though it was a Saturday. She checked twitter and no one had heard from him that day either, or else there would have been posts like “Ground Zero yelled at me to back up and it was so cool”.

The third day, and all of these days aren’t consecutive at all, so she really had to find time that worked for her to go out on a wild goose chase, she was wrapping up a box of candies she bought from the store for him. The lights from the early saturday morning were peeping through the blinds; mornings gave her more energy, if she could go to sleep the night before instead of staying up.

“What are you doing, who are you giving candies to? Don’t tell me it’s--”

“Ground Zero.”

Natasha facepalmed, “I can’t believe you’re still looking for him. I’m telling you, you won’t.”

[_] shook her head, doubt was trying to rear its way into her life in the form of her friend. “Can’t let that get to me.”

“Whyyyy, I could be eating that instead.” She whined a lot for a twenty-eight year old.

“No,” [_] says, “I’ll meet him, and tell him of his good deed, and maybe he’ll be a better, friendlier person. I bet he doesn’t get thanked a lot.”

She flops on the couch dramatically, “You’re too nice for this world.”

That day, she went to different hero agencies around the city, hoping they knew of Bakugo and had some sure fire way to contact him.

“Are you here to show off another quirk to get into my agency?” Asked Best Jeanist, his disinterested voice nearly made her turn right back around and leave. His office looked like a modeling agency, very chic, very modern; it matched his whole...vibe. High fashion.

Clearing the cat scratching her throat, she opened her mouth to speak. “Oh no, sir, I don’t have a quirk at all.”

His eyebrow raises in confusion, “Is there something I should know about? A robbery? Murder? Kidnapping? Area that’s been destroyed that have survivors that need rescuing?” He starts to name off different reasons for being there and the longer he goes on, the more [_] feels like an idiot for going there. They all seem so dire, this was definitely a mistake.

“I’m actually looking for Bakugo Katsuki.”

Best Jeanist stifles a laugh, “Why would you ever want to do that?”

***

Walking the way back home was horrible. How could he say that about Bakugo? Yeah, he could be aggressive but he was still a hero, he was still saving people’s lives.That takes a special person. [_] chuckled to herself, “Look at me, talking about Bakugo like I know him.” She tries to sidestep a hero leaning against the wall of a storefront, but is frightened to have him step right in front of her.

“Excuse me--” He holds a hand out, which she walked right into before backing up to look him in the eye.

“Yes?” With his dark red hair, pointing in every which way, same colored eyes staring at her, and outfit showing off his muscles, she could feel her face growing hotter.

“I’m on patrol but I heard you talking about someone I sort of know,” he says with a bright pointy smile.

[_] jumps up, “You know who Bakugo is? That’s amazing! I’ve been looking for him for two weeks!” She clutches the bag and hands it over to him, “Take this, please.”

His face is pink as she realizes that what she’s done is like some sort of weird confession. “I...thank you. I’ll enjoy these!” He bows.

She could never tell him that they weren’t for him, no, that’d be cruel and embarrassing. “Ah...thank you so much…”

He points to himself, “Red Riot.”

“Yes, Red Riot,” her smile is warm and inviting before she asks him, “Do you by any chance know where Bakugo is?”

“Oh yeah, he’s--why do you want to know where he is?”

[_] knew she’d get that question. She was prepared. “I had a big accident, but Bakugo was there to save me. I just wanted to tell him thank you.”

He laughs aloud, the sound of him slapping the back of his neck before rubbing it was so loud, she worried if he hurt himself. “That means this is for him--”

“No, please, you keep it. I was going to give whoever told me how to contact him that as a gift.” A lie.

“Thank you again. He’s normally with...well with the squad if he’s not at school, in his room, or doing hero rounds.” He looks around for a moment, “Tell you what, we’ll be at this restaurant to celebrate one of our classmates achievements, I hope you can come to thank him.” He writes down the name of the place, date, and time on a spare piece of paper she rummaged through her purse for. “You have my full support for Bakugo’s hand in marriage!” He walks off, waving his gift into the air as he turns a corner.

#mha #bnha #bakugo #katsuki bakugou #katsuki #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha scenarios #bnha imagines #bnha fanfic #mha fanfic #kirishima

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Promise me// Nomin chapter uno

Can I trust you?... "

Jeno was a shy guy but something changed about him when he met a person. The person he met changed Jeno, he was no longer the shy person who was always hidden behind the shawdows. When everyone saw the new and improved Jeno it brought smiles to their face knowing that he came out of his shell. But what they didn't know was the fact that there was a reason behind the way he was. He was shy ever since he was 5 because he was scared of what happened between his family and didn't want to hurt or get hurt by anyone like that.

It was a very busy Thursday for Jeno since his dad don't come home from the night love like he was supposed to, his two younger brothers weren't capable of walking to their bus stop by themselves so Jeno had to hurry and rush then to their stop with his black hair all messy and still in his pajamas. After he did that he quickly ram home and started getting ready for himself making sure his hair was looking good while the brown haired boy walked up to Jeno's front door and knocked a few times and didn't get a response. So he slowly opened the door and held his hand in his pocket where he kept his pocket knife, as he walked in he noticed the house was a mess and there were beer bottles everywhere and papers on the floor

"Jeno?" The boy asked pulling the pocket knife out of his pocket until he heard a voice respond

"Jaemin? Is that you?" Jeno respondef walking out if the bathroom to where the brown haired boy was standing with his little knife in his hands

"I thought something happened since you didn't answer the door and there's paper all over the place" He said putting the pocket knife back in his pocket while the black haired boy grabbed his backpack off the kitchen table where more beer bottles were placed and a few red marks which made him very concerned

"Oh, sorry about that I was doing my hair and didn't hear the knocking since I had music playing" Jeno apologized putting his backpack on and walking out the door behind jaemin

"It's alright, but we should probably get walking since it's gonna take a while to get to school" Jaemin suggested as jeno nodded in agreement.

Their school was about 4 miles away from where they lived and since they were to young to drive cars they always walked with a few other friends who went to the school but their friends parents decided to drive them this time. So that meant that jaemin and jeno were alone walking to school, as they continued to walk a question came to Jeno's mind and instead of keeping it in his mind he accidently blurted it out.

"Can I trust you Jaemin?" The black haired boy ask and turned to look at Jaemin's eyes but couldn't do it

"Of course Jeno, why would you ask a question like that?" Jaemin responded stopping and facing Jeno

"Because I'm basically giving you my heart and trust in a way and I'm worried your gonna rip it into shreds and stop on it then leave me there all alone by myself with a broken heart" Jeno said biting his lip to stop him from letting a tear fall from his face

"I will never hurt you Jeno, no matter what happens I will never hurt you even if you hurt me in anyway I won't do the same back to you because your my everything right now. You're the reason why I smile and get out of bed in the morning your the reason why I'm so cheerful. I could never hurt you" Jaemin stated lifting Jeno's head up with his finger and pulling him into a tight hug.

While they hugged it felt like they were the only two in the world at the time and nothing else mattered not even the fact they were gonna be late. They didn't care as long as the other was happy, not long after the hug ended and they continued to walk with their arm's around each other's shoulders. Once they finally got to school they saw a few new couples that have gotten together over the break, and of course their school was an accepting school and it didn't matter what sexuality you were. Jeno came out as bisexual the year Jaemin came to the school while Jaemin still couldn't figure things out, but when he's around jeno he get's a few of these feelings in his stomach that make him feel al tingly.

Jaemin had thought he had just like girls, well he knew for sure that he did but things might have changed since he was younger. The two walked up to their group of friends and saw two new people in the group

"Jeno, Jaemin this is Jisung and Chenle" Donghyuck introduced as Jisung and Chenle nervously waved to the elders

"Hi, I'm Park Jisung. Jimin's little brother" Jisung smiled brightly before Chenle started speaking

"I'm Zhong Chenle. Jisung's best friend who had no idea that was coming here" Chenle exclaimed getting laughs from all the guys

"I like them" Jaemin said earning a smile from the two boys

"Just wait till you see them dance they can really dance and it's just fun to watch" Mark grinned as the bell rang signaling all of the students to head to their rooms.

They went to a preforming arts school and it was a hard school to get into, they had dancers, musicians and things like that. The 7 of them were all dancers which made things very fun for them since they already had something in common, they also had all auditioned for SM and today then would've gotten the email or message telling then if they got in or if they didn't. That day a scout was wandering the school to see if they could find other people to audition, For the first week back their teacher had them make a dance to a song that was given to them. The group of 7 got the song talk by Jason derulo

And of course they had a fun time dancing with each other as the scout kept an eye on them. After the dance So-Young who was Jeno's ex came over to them and tried to sweet talk him into getting back together with him

"Jeno babyyyyy" she sing songed strutting over to jeno wearing her shorts and crop top

"What? I'm not your baby anymore so stop right there with that" Jeno sighed looking at the ground

"But whyyyy I miss youuuu" She said running a finger across his jaw which sent a shiver down his spine and made jaemin give the most weirdest look ever

"And I don't miss you So-Young after what you did" He stated pushing her finger away from his face

"But it was an accident and I realized that I only wanted you" She sighed looking at his eyes

"Accident smaccident you cheated on me with my older brother how is that an accident?" He asked clenching his fist tightly

"He kissed me first and I didn't kiss back baby believe me" She replied and jeno knew she was lying

"Stop lying and stop trying to get back with me and ruin me again" He stated sternly as she still was trying

"Fine I guess I'll have to go to plan B" She groaned and before Jeno could say anything So-Young kissed him and as soon as it happened he pushed her away and wiped his lips with his sleeve

"So-young, ive said this a thousand times. As much as you try to get back with me the answer is always going to be the same. I don't love you like I did before and to be honest I'm glad you cheated on me so that I didn't have to break up with you. But because if what you did I went silent. I blocked everyone and everything out of my life" Jeno started as he looked at Jae then back to her "but if it wasn't for you I wouldn't have met the greatest friend I could ever ask for"

"Ugh I'll find a way and I mean it" She groaned before stomping off to go think of a way

"You really mean what you said?" Jaemin asked while Jeno turned around to face him

"Of course I do you've been there for me when I had no one literally" Jeno replied hugging jaemin tightly.

For lunch then decided to go to a cafe nearby school and as soon as they sat down then got a message from SM about the audition and they all got accepted which made them the happiest people ever but tomorrow they had to start practicing with people. And it was going to be a very eventful day..

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