#i swear every time i grab the milk to make cereal

[cookiesupplier]

Every Rose Has It's Thorns - Part Seven

pairing: Ricky Olson x ofc (Talia)

warnings/tropes: slow burn, soulmates, strangers to enemies to lovers, betrayal, angst, fluff, smut, language.

summary: In a world where soulmates inexplicably receive a tattoo that will match that of their soulmate the moment they turn eighteen years old, being famous and covered in very visible tattoos can make finding your true soulmate a questionable fate. Not that it is any easier for the soulmate in question. Thus is the fate for Ricky and Talia. Sooner or later, however, life is bound to collide, but what will happen when it does?

author’s note: Same bat time, same bat channel, UNBETAED, you have been warned.

tags: @tearfallpixie @cncohshit @jordynyingling0219 @faceless-mirror @nyxthedestroyerofworlds @wild-child-7747 @witchyweeb34

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Talia woke to her phone ringing bright and early the next morning, sitting up, she grabbed for her phone, and oh shit, she’d turned off her alarm yesterday to wake her early to get ready for work, and with the way she’d been last night she’d forgotten to reset it. The call had woken her just in time.. But the call.. Fuck, it was Ava.

She’d said she’d call this afternoon!

And she wanted to fucking video call, of course she wanted to video call, this was Ava, why would she want to do anything else. Climbing out of bed quickly, she ran her finger through her hair  as fast as she could to pretend she hadn’t still been sleeping and rushed on her way to the kitchen while trying to stifle a yawn as she accepted the call.

“Ava, what the fuck, bit early for calling after work isn’t it?”

Her best friend and usual roommate’s bright smiling face greeted her on the screen of her phone as she walk down the hall while she tried to tame her hair a bit more, the audio sound of her laughter ringing through her head as she stepped into the kitchen in search for breakfast. Just cereal since she was awake late and Ava had insisted on calling this early.

“Are you only just now waking up, man, you look like a mess girl, what were you doing last night?”

Fuck, how bad did she look? Talia glanced at herself in the glass reflection of the stovetop and shit, she looked like utter trash, her hair looked manageable, but her eyes, and her skin, and she just looked

She looked like she’d done exactly what she’d done last night. Sobbed and screamed into her pillow, crying until she passed out to sleep. She hadn’t even bothered to eat, so naturally she was starving.

Swallowing as she pulled some milk out of the fridge, and then a box of cereal out of the cupboard, bowl was next,

“I was up late, so sue me, okay?”

Talia was beyond thankful when another voice joined the conversation from the background of the phone call, one of the guys from the band, somewhere on the bus she could guess, not on the screen but he could obviously hear the call,

“YEA, Party Time! Talia partying up now that her pesky roommate is finally out of town huh? Whooo!” “Oh shut UP, Ryan!”

Talia swallowed, trying to pretend that hearing Rick shut Ryan down didn’t make her wonder how much he was paying attention to the video call himself. Why couldn’t that man just leave her alone now, she needed him to leave her alone. As much as she had wanted to meet him all those years ago, and dreamed about it, but now it just hurt. He just hurt. Besides, if he didn’t get his attitude in check, he was going to piss off his bandmates, and then where would he be. She knew he was going through some shit, bit he still had to live in that bus with them for the next two weeks.

Shaking her head,

“Anyway, I’m good Ava, I swear, how was your first night, and really, calling this early?”

“Well it's a good thing I did if you're just getting up! Besides, the guys said they’ll probably be sound checking this afternoon and I wasn’t sure whats going to be happening, so I didn’t want to risk getting in the way till I figure out what time is good.. And we promised a call every day!”

Talia sighed..

“Doesn’t have to be with me.. Could be with Jordan, or Kyle, you have other friends too ya know, they’d love to hear from you!”

Grinning to Ava over the screen as she pours her cereal into the bowl one handed and spills some onto the counter, swearing a little under her breath,

“What, what, are you okay?”

“Yea yea, just spilled my cereal, I’m okay, don’t panic, easy clean up.. Just morning munchies.”

Setting the box down on the counter, she looked at the phone as she watched Ava sip at a mug of what she assumed was coffee, smiling slightly at the words on it, Charlie Uniform November Tango.

“Okay, I’ll leave you to your breakfast, talk to you later babe, byyeeeee.”

Ava watched as Talia pushed a smile on her face before the screen went blank as she ended the call. Ricky looked across the way as he was conveniently making himself a coffee at the machine while she was sitting and placing her video call to Talia, or not so conveniently as the case may be. He didn’t care what anyone thought, he just wanted his damn morning coffee, he’d barely been able to sleep all night, not when all he could think about was.. He didn’t want to talk about it.. He didn’t want to talk about any of it, even if Chris suggested that he should.

Looking up from the machine, he frowned at the sight of Ava staring at her phone dejectedly for a moment, something was wrong, and he couldn’t help but remember how Talia had pretty much threatened him about how he treated Ava.. should he ask her if she was okay. Of course, as he was contemplating it, Vinny was coming over to sit by Ava and he stayed back and Rick glanced away as Vin asked her what was wrong.

“She lied, I’m not even gone a whole day and she’s already hiding things.. She’s like a sister, she’s my best friend, closer to me than anyone in the world, and.. I just.. I’m scared that this is just going to change too much between us now.”

Rick looked down at the coffee machine, trying to focus on making his coffee, and not on the conversation between the other pair, and especially not on the woman that was on the town behind them. Talia was plaguing his mind and he hated it, he hated that she wouldn’t get out of his head because the moment she had walked into his life she’d destroyed everything, and he wished she was just, gone already.

He knew she was never going to be, not with Ava here, and Vin was so happy, shit. He was just going to have to figure out how to deal with her, he guessed.

~~

Going to work was easy, focusing on work gave her something else to think about. She supposed that delving into her art was always something she’d done when she couldn’t handle reality, it was her coping mechanism. Sure in this case it wasn’t a means of expressing how she felt in the forms of art work, putting pencil to paper, but tattooing still gave her something else to focus on but the troubles she had out in the world. There was also talking to her clients, chatting away about their lives, or just about simple things like what latest movies they’d seen, what music… yea maybe not that question, not any time soon anyway. It potentially opened the door of dangerous thoughts.

When her lunch break came by she went down the road to grab something to eat considering her morning had led to not having anything prepped for lunch, so grabbing something from the cafe it was.

“Shit, what the fuck happened to you. Ava wasn’t lying.”

“Oh fuck off Jordan, I’m fine!”

Jordan behind the register and had just finished with a customer when she walked in through the door, the place was pretty quiet, and they all knew her anyway, to having him talk to her like that was no surprise, the other girl behind the counter giggled a little at the exchange. She was a regular.

She should have known Ava would have immediately gotten word to Jordan and Kyle, tattle tale about her not being great, whatever she’d told them, probably made it sounded so much worse than it really was.. Or exactly as bad as she had tried to hide from her. Hell, it wasn’t even like Jordan could see the sleepless shadows under her eyes, and they weren’t remotely red from crying anymore, she was fine. She looked fine.

Walking up to the counter, and he just looked at her with a raised eyebrow, tilting his head slightly, judging her without a word,

“I’m fine. My usual and a turkey and everything wrap please.”

His eyes narrowed slightly, she huffed, it was obvious that he didn’t believe her for a moment, but still, he rang up her order just the same at the counter for her and gave her the number for her to wait. However, when he had finished her drink and getting her wrap ready, instead of calling her name, he brought it over to her table and moved to sit at her table across from her.

“Alright, here’s the thing. Fuck, Richard Olson. Yea, I remember his name.”

Rolling her eyes as she reached for her coffee, she knew Jordan knew his name despite not liking the band's music, even if it was an ongoing joke that he never wanted to pay attention and remember the name.

“Oh come on Jordan, you don’t know, you’ll never know what he’s going through, you have Kyle, and Kyle loves you more than fucking life. Now find out that years later, he’s been lying to you about your entire relationship. He’s allowed to be upset, he’s allowed to be fucking angry about what she’s done to him.”

Looking down at her wrap, taking in a deep breath, a deep shuddering breath trying not to break down crying again as she thought about Ricky, she’d avoided thinking about him all morning since arriving at work. About him, and those piercing blue eyes, so angry, at her, and it hurt so bad.

“So? None of that tells me shit. None of that tells me you can’t be angry to T. You were right there, you were this close to finally meeting him, and she snatched your chance from you. Yes, he can be angry, but so can you, you can be angry, you can be grieving, you can be feeling things too. You don’t have to be fine.”

Her eyes lifted from her plate as Jordan spoke, taking in his words, the problem was, she didn’t want to feel these things, she didn’t want any of it. Pushing it away was the only way she could handle it. Trying not to feel it was all she could do, not that it was helping, case and point last night. This morning had gone better though, and she was determined to continue for as long as she could.

“I made my choice, and despite what Chris said about Rick not having the facts before, he’s made his. He wants nothing to do with soulmates now, and I honestly don’t blame him. Not for wanting nothing to do with them, and, and not believing me.”

Swallowing,

“How do you know he doesn’t believe you?”

She really didn’t want to talk about it, but remembered that Jordan and Kyle hadn’t been caught up on everything that had happened at breakfast yesterday.

“He said so outright at breakfast yesterday, he believed Ava’s tattoo, but mine is just a normal tattoo.. Probably thinks I faked it when I was eighteen and then got a real tattoo to keep the ruse going over the years. I mean I said as much to Grace.. Foolish me for opening my mouth huh? He’d never going to believe me now. Not that it matters. He hates me anyway.”

She shrugged,

“Either way, I might have also threatened him.. A little.”

That drew a chuckle out of Jordan,

“Oh, really, why?”

"He was being an asshole, and if Ava was going on tour with them, I was not going to have him treat her like shit, he can treat me like trash all he wants-”

“Like fuck he can-”

“But I swear to god if he hurts her I will make sure his next girlfriend will be extremely disappointed.”

Cause it wasn’t going to be her after all, so why should she care.

“You know what, I don’t care that he’s famous, any of those guys hurt our girl, we’ll break em.. Fuck em.. Yes, Ava is our family, but Talia, don’t forget though, same goes for you.”

#motionless in white #miw #ricky olson #ricky horror #ricky olson fanfiction #ricky olson x ofc #original female character #soulmates #vinny mauro #fanfiction #miw band #rick olson #ricky horror olson #soulmate au #soulmate #tattoos #ricky olson fanfic #vinny mauro fanfic #fic: every rose has its thorns

[jinxthequeergirl]

Ash Williams meets Love languages(1: acts of service)

But First The Dishes

Ash williams x reader

Summary:you and ash do the dishes

Warning: mild swearing, light talk of trama

I'm gonna write ash in a situation using every love language this

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Ash and brandy had finally fallen asleep as did you, if it wasn't for the gun shot that came from the movie on the tv infront of you you probay would have stayed that way. You groaned uncomfortably as you shifted, your body was stiff, part from constantly being thrown across a room part from the position you where currently slumped in. Brandy lied in your lap while Ash had an arm around your shoulders head burried in the crook of you neck.

You could have stayed like that forever if you where being honest, no matter how it made your legs feel numb or how it strained your neck. They deserved a night of comfort like this, not nightmares, no monsters. Just this.

But first the dishes.

You carefully pushed ash to the oposite side of the couch, twisting your head this way and that to work out the kink, then carefully you pulled Brandy off of your lap then placed her on her fathers. Shaking and bending your legs to regain feeling. Eventually planting a kiss on each of their heads and heading to the kitchen.

They deserved more then just a peaceful night sleep, they deserved a clean home let alone a place to call home. You had managed to clean up the upper half of the house while everyone was away or asleep. Both Ash's bedroom and Cheryls old room making it more suited to brandy while also keeping it in tack for brandy, then set to work on cleaning up Brocks old room so kelly and pablo could stay there comfortably, every blood soaked stain, dingy light, shard of glass was cleaned and replaced.

And you could tell Ash started to notice, he started to relax in his own home more then he usually did. Now you slowly worked tour way through the living area, hoping to eventually get everyone to relax together in one room.

But now you did the dishes, they piled high in the sink and on the surrounding counter top everyone resorting to use paper plates or like some people, maily Ash, grabbed fist fulls of dry cereal and chased it with a long swig of milk straight from the carton. So you did the dishes, eventually you'd clean out the fridge and the cupboards filling them with real fresh food, then you'd sweep and mop and fix the tables right leg as it wabbled anytime you walked past.

But now you sorted the stack, bowls, plates, pans and silverwear all stacked to the side of the sink then you srubbed, rinsed, dry, repeate.

Though it was a small over time change it still mattered that you did this for them. For him. He didn't notice every part but when he was easily able to find something in his room he noticed, he noticed the hall way seemed brighter and the smell of wet dust didn't fill the air. Kelly noticed the towels in the bathroom where no longer constantly wet, pablo admired the real color of the wallpaper now that it wasn't stained a rusty red color. And Brandy was happy to have a place to call her own again. These things they didn't all outwardly say, but you could catch them looking and smiling. That was enough.

All this and you still felt itbwas the least you could do. Now you washed the bowls.

"Holy shit thats what the plates look like?" You jumped slightly at the sound of Ashs voice from the door. "I've never seen them not covered in shit." He added walking up next to you, You chuckled and continued to scrub. "What are you doing? It's almost midnight." He asked.

"The dishes. Something you obviously wouldn't know anything about." You said grining up at him. "Very funny. What do i do?"

You laughed. "See!" He rolled his eyes bumping into you so you wod make space for him infront of the sink. "I meant how can I help?" You blinked at him for a moment. "Did you hit your head? Who are you?"

"C'mon y/n I mean it. Let me help." You exhale through your nose for a moment and softly smile. "You're no use with that hand of yours." You start crossing the kitchen to grab a few things. "You dry, I wash." You said handing him a towel as you set another one close to the sink. "When i finish i'll set it here so it doesn't soak the counter top, make neat piles. Then we'll put them away." You said matyer of factly sticking your hands back into the water.

He didn't say anything, only nodded and took a glass from your hand and dried it off. You two worked in silence for a while, the sound of water sloshing and dishes clanking together was the only thing that filled the air.

"Thank you by the way." You hummed in response focused on a particularly tough grease stain in one of the pans. "For all the work you've been doing." Your eyes flicker to him for a moment. "It's the least i could do for you."

He put the current tupperware he was drying down and circled behind you wrapping you up in a hug. "Thank you." You smiled, leaning back into his body. "Of course." You reached up with a wet hand and touched his face.

"Now back to work." He recoiled from your wet hand in disgust. "Whats the matter ash!? Its just water I promise!" You say, dunking your hands into the sink and coming back up with bubbles cupped in your hands.

"Y/n no! I mean it!" He backed away from you laughing nervously.

"C'mon Ash! Its just water!"

"Y/n don't!" You brought your hands up to your face and quickly blew the bubbles at him. "Thats it!" He rushed to the sink, grabbing the hose and aiming at you. "You wouldn't!" You said holding your hands up ready to block him.

"Oh yea? whos laughing now!?"

"Ash wait! wait!" You yelled as he shot the water at you, unable to contain your laughter. "Ok! I surrender! I surrender!" You shook your hands off as he let the hose snap back into place.

The door to the kitchen opened quickly. "Is everhthing ok!? I heard yelling!" You and Ash laughed at Brandy. "We're fine, we're fine..sorry for waking you." You say walking back to the sink. She sighed in reliefe. "Good. What are you doing anyways?"

"Dishes, now c'mon over here and rinse for y/n" Ash said making room for her to squeeze in. She did so taking a plate you handed her and dunking it in the clean water the passing it to Ash.

"How was school?" You ask.

"It was alright, well actually we have this project-"

You listened to her talk about school, as ash made jokes or added input about when he was in school And smile.

This was all for them.

#horror x reader #slasher x reader #ash williams x reader #evil dead x reader #ash williams #evil dead

[letterstotheflre]

eddie munson x reader

this is just a silly blurb based on this bc i felt like it :p the ending is shitty but i feel like i can be excused bc this is the first thing i’ve written in months

it’s late in the morning, around 11pm— because eddie would never get out of bed before 9:30— when you drop the news.

“i think someone died,” you fake gasp, eyes glued to a random newspaper page. you fold it in half and dramatically get closer to the black and white pages, eyes widening for effect. “someone famous.”

“better not be ozzy,” he chuckles while dumping the cereal into the bowl. he heads for the fridge and grabs the milk, “though after biting that bat he must be immortal.”

you contort your features into a look of pity. put the paper down. “eddie…” you say softly.

the plastic bottle of milk falls to the ground with a resounding bam!

“no,” eddie quickly denies. like he has the power to make it real or not. “no way. no fucking way. you’re lying.”

you shake your head, grab the newspaper again and recite the fake headliner. “ozzy osbourne found dead at 39.” you let the newspaper fall on the counter and walk to him. “i’m sorry, eds.”

with every step you take, he takes one back. his head shakes from side to side rapidly as he breathes in short, quick, breaths. “oh my god,” he mumbles. grabs his hair and pulls. “oh my god.” he repeats the three words, voice rising in volume until he’s screaming. “oh my god!”

your eyes widen again, this time in panic. real panic. it seems your little attempt at a practical joke got out of hand. “eddie—“ you try to talk to him, help him calm down, but he’s too wound up to notice.

his back hits the wall. he sinks to the cold tiled floor and you fall with him. with his knees to his chest, he rests his forehead on them and screams until his voice goes hoarse.

you gulp.

“eddie,” you call his name again. your hands go to the sides of his face and raise it for him. his eyes are red and his cheeks damp with tears. a lump forms in your throat— you didn’t mean to make him sad. you rush the words out. “it was a joke. i’m sorry. it’s not real. i’m sorry.”

eddie blinks. once, twice. takes him a couple seconds to register your confession. “what?” he whispers unbelievably.

you swallow. feel your cheeks burn from the embarrassment of hurting him for a joke. “it was a joke. it’s not real. robin— she told me nancy did it to her and i just— i thought it was funny. i didn’t mean to make you so sad, swear. i’m sorry.”

eddie stares at you for a long while, incredulous. “just a joke?” you nod. he rubs his eyes with the heels of his palm then scrubs his face, sighing loudly. “you’re a fucking bitch, you know that?”

you hear his huff of laughter and relax your shoulders. eddie smiles at you and squeezes your hand.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson blurb

[narakasfuck]

let me tire you out (take me now)

read it on AO3

Pairing: PrapaiSky

Word count: 4.9k

Rating: Explicit

Additional tag: Smut, Kitchen Sex, Fluff Smut, Overuse of pet names and endearments, Light Dom/Sub, Bare-backing, Daddy Kink

Prapai slowly blinked his eyes open in confusion when he had turned in his sleep and reached his arm out for his lover who was supposedly sleeping beside him, only for his limb to fall onto the empty cold mattress.

“Sky?” His voice was still thick with sleep when he called out for the younger boy, hands rubbing the grogginess off of his face before he scanned around the room for the said boy. It almost sent him into a sheer panic when he still couldn’t find him anywhere in the room, but he soon heaved out a sigh of relief as he caught some hushed voice coming from outside the bedroom, possibly the kitchen - he noted. And so he trudged out of the room to follow the source of the noise.

Prapai leaned his body against the kitchen’s door frame with his arms crossed over his bare chest as he peeped at his boyfriend. There Sky was, perched on the countertop with a bowl of cereal sitting in between his thighs, his phone in the grip of his right hand and a spoon in his left hand. At 3:45 in the morning, mind Prapai added. The volume of the phone had been turned down to low but Prapai could still make out some Japanese words coming from it, so Prapai concluded it was most probably one of those animated shows that Sky had enjoyed so much.

Sky had roped him into watching a few episodes of One Piece together months ago, in which Prapai was more than willing to indulge because he was unapologetically a simp for the younger boy. But every single time Sky would end up whining because Prapai was just staring at his face throughout the entire episode instead of actually watching it. In Prapai’s defense, Sky made the prettiest smiley faces ever whenever he got excited, especially if it’s about something he’s very passionate about. His face would practically lit up in pure delight that it would even rival the sunrays. So really, how could Prapai not stare at that. He would have even tattooed that image on his body if he could.

Sky was so engrossed in the anime on his phone that he was completely oblivious of Prapai’s presence nearby, just watching him with utter adoration. When a few minutes went by and Sky still hadn’t noticed Prapai there, Prapai finally decided to make his presence known.

“My love.” Sky jumped in his seat and nearly dropped the spoon he was holding, startled at the sudden voice coming from behind him. Usually Sky wasn’t a scaredy-cat per se, but this time Prapai had really caught him off guard, coming out of nowhere.

He had managed to keep the spoon in his hand however the milk and cereal in it spilled all over his thigh, soiling his sleep cotton shorts.

“Phi Pai!” He gasped out at the older man who had rushed into the kitchen to grab some paper towels and was now striding over to him with a sheepish smile. “I swear to god, Phi Pai, my heart almost fell out of my ass!”

Sky had put his phone away and his lips pursed into a sulky pout when Prapai reached to him, but he still allowed it when Prapai carefully pried his legs open and slotted himself in between them. The bowl was immediately removed from between his now milk-soaked thighs too - to avoid any additional accidents - as Prapai started wiping the wet, sticky spot on his thighs and shorts courtesy of the older man himself.

“I’m sorry, baby.” He offered apologetically as his gentle hands moved in auto-pilot to clean up the mess, tossing the used towels to the side once he was done. And who was Sky to stay upset with the man when he tended to Sky with the utmost care and affection like this.

To everyone else this might have been a small, insignificant gesture. But for someone like Sky, who had been so accustomed to rough treatment and abuse instead, Prapai’s tender touch felt like a whole fairytale dream. A fairytale that Sky often daydreamed about back when he was younger and very much naive when it came to love. A fairytale that was later covered in pitch black clouds when cruel fate led him to his ex-boyfriend. He managed to escape from Gun - or more like Gun had abandoned him and didn’t even give a fuck that he had left the house for good - but the physical and emotional wound Gun inflicted on him had run so deep. For the longest time, Sky had considered himself as broken beyond repair. He was convinced that his fairytale dream would’ve never seen the light ever again. Until Prapai came barging into his life with no warnings or whatsoever. Unironically considering his name, Prapai had come in like a strong wind, blowing the black clouds away from Sky’s fairytale dream so easily that it had caused Sky to spiral into some episodes of crippling anxiety at first. It took a while for Sky to open up. But he did eventually realize that when it came to him, Prapai had been nothing but a gentle breeze. Never in Sky’s right mind would he ever imagine finding someone who loved him as genuinely as Prapai did.

The pout on Sky’s face was replaced with a soft smile in no time. And Prapai returned it with one of his own, mirroring Sky’s smile.

“What’s my baby doing here at almost 4 in the morning, hm?” Thick, muscular arms made their way up to wrap around Sky’s small waist, thumbs stroking Sky’s hips over his sleep shirt. The small action earned a pleased sigh out of Sky.

“I fell asleep too early, and now I'm wide awake.” He chewed on his bottom lip, not liking the way he sounded so whiny to his own ears.

“Do you wanna do your homework, baby? I can accompany you.”

Prapai had the audacity to laugh when Sky elicited a long extended whine with a shake of his head, looking evidently tormented at the mere mention of his homework.

“I’m just bummed that I fell asleep before you arrived.” He huffed out, slightly frustrated at himself.

This week had been a little too chaotic for Sky. He was drowned in countless assignments, presentations and group projects that his conversations and time spent with Prapai was cut too short for his liking. So when he finally settled everything (for the most part) yesterday and got nothing else due this week, the first thing he did was texting Prapai to inform him of the good news and asking him to come over to his dorm. To say that Sky was excited to see Prapai again would be an understatement. He almost rejected Rain and Sig when they offered him to eat together before they all went their separate ways. Fortunately his stomach had growled so loud and begged to be fed that Sky had begrudgingly followed his two friends.

After that he was practically bouncing on his heels as he walked into his dorm room, and he was even singing in the shower just now while he thought of things he could do with Prapai. But apparently Sky had underestimated just how drained he had been this week. The second he settled himself onto the couch to wait for Prapai, it didn’t take long for his body to finally succumb to the fatigue and drift into a deep sleep.

When Prapai walked into Sky’s dorm later that evening, he found Sky still completely knocked out in the living room. Sky didn’t even stir as Prapai gathered him into his arms and carried him to the bedroom so he could sleep more comfortably.

“I…,” He trailed off a little as he lifted his gaze up to meet Prapai’s own attentive eyes, beautiful lean fingers awkwardly fiddling with the drawstrings of Prapai’s pajama shorts.

It had been months since they got together but Sky still found himself having a hard time voicing out his thoughts and feelings. Partly because he didn’t know how to formulate it into proper words, but also because Sky was… simply too embarrassed to say it out loud. Sky had been trying though. Because he knew that words of affirmation were Prapai’s love language. He had seen the way Prapai lit up like a whole christmas tree every time Sky opened up to him.

“You what, sweetheart?” Prapai nodded his head a little, encouraging the younger boy to continue.

“I… miss you.” Cheeks burning up into a few shades of darker red, Sky immediately averted his gaze, opting to stare at his fingers instead. This was the moment Sky wished humans could just read minds instead, so he didn’t have to say things out loud. It’s embarrassing.

“I miss you. I want to talk to you and spend more time with you. But I end up falling asleep.”

Prapai couldn’t help but to coo at that. His boyfriend was being so fucking cute right now he swore his heart almost burst out from the excessive amount of love and adoration he had restored for him in it.

“Aww that’s okay, baby doll. I know how hectic this week has been for you. You needed the rest.” He coiled a finger under Sky’s chin and gently tilted his head up to face him again.

“We can watch a movie now if you want? You don’t have morning class tomorrow anyway.”

“Of course you would remember my class schedules.” Sky mused out loud with an amused chuckle. “But it’s okay, Phi Pai. You should go back to sleep now.”

Prapai’s lips parted to say something in dispute but Sky immediately pressed a finger onto his lips.

“I don’t have to wake up early, but you do. You still have work, Phi Pai.” Sky argued, trying to sound as stern as possible. Not that it was working though, because Prapai was Prapai. That man was so endeared by Sky that nothing Sky did would look intimidating to him.

“I’m not gonna go to bed without you, little one.” He tightened his hold around Sky’s waist and drew him flushed against his chest. Sky’s hands flew to rest on Prapai’s bare shoulders out of instinct, but not before giving his boyfriend a light punch on his upper arm.

“Phi Pai–”

“What if I tire you out so you can go to bed with me, hm?”

A surprised gasp emitted from Sky’s lips as Prapai suddenly sneaked one of his hands underneath Sky’s shirt, grazing his blunt nails on the small of Sky’s back before traveling them around and moving past his lover’s soft stomach in favor of heading straight to his chest. He rubbed the pad of his calloused thumb around Sky’s nipple, grinning mischievously when his boyfriend’s breath hitched at it. If Prapai had a list of things that he loved about Sky, his sensitivity to Prapai’s touch would definitely be at the top of the list.

Sky bit his lip as he stared at his boyfriend for a few seconds, still unconvinced at the proposition. And then Prapai pinched his nipple in between his fingers none too gently, making his body jolt at the sting and a sudden rush of arousal coursing through his vein, moving straight down south to his groin. All his rationale from earlier was instantly getting flushed down the drain when he could feel his cock slowly fattening in his thin shorts. Judging from the way Prapai was smirking at him, he’s pretty sure Prapai had noticed it too.

Curse Prapai for knowing his body so well at this point, and curse his body for being so responsive to Prapai’s touch, no matter how small it was. There was no way he could back out now, not that he really wanted to in the first place anyway. He was just trying to be a thoughtful boyfriend. But he forgot his boyfriend was Prapai. Horny was probably the man’s middle name.

Sky circled his arms loosely around Prapai’s neck, eyes stealing a glance at the older’s full plump lips that he wanted to kiss so badly now before looking back up to meet his eyes. His own lips tugged up into a smirk as he leaned his face closer to Prapai, so close that their lips almost touched when Sky had whispered out, “Deal. Take me now, Phi Pai.”

Prapai wasted no time to capture Sky’s lips with his own, nibbling lightly at his bottom lip before licking the sting away. His tongue slid into Sky’s wet cavern as soon as he was allowed entrance, licking the insides and lapping his wet muscle against Sky’s. Prapai had tilted his head to deepen the kiss, pulling Sky into a deep and sloppy kiss. Sky mewled as he reciprocated the kiss.

They only pulled away from the kiss when their chests were starting to burn from the lack of oxygen, begging desperately for air. Prapai almost whined at the loss of Sky’s lips, wanting to devour those delicious lips some more. But when he saw Sky panting heavily to regain his breath, he chuckled and opted to have some mercy on the younger boy instead. Couldn’t have him pass out this early yet.

Prapai lifted Sky’s arms up instead and ordered him to keep them up, in which Sky obliged before he swiftly pulled Sky’s shirt over and off his body. The shirt was then mindlessly tossed aside onto the kitchen floor.

It was Sky’s favorite pajama shirt - one that he wore a lot because he liked how the soft fabric felt on his skin, to the point that the neckline was starting to wear out - and he opened his mouth to complain but Prapai was faster.

He caught one of Sky’s nipples between his lips and started to suck eagerly; it made Sky’s mind short circuit in an instant. Any complaints he had earlier went vanished as all he could think of right now was how fucking good Prapai’s mouth felt on his bud. The way he swirled his hot tongue around it in a teasing manner before returning to sucking on it again got Sky head lolled back in pleasure, back instinctively arched beautifully as if offering Prapai more access to his body. Prapai took that as an encouragement, so he kept toying with Sky’s nipple some more until it was thoroughly sucked, so raw and red by the time he pulled away.

“Lube is in the room.” Prapai said as he untied the drawstring of Sky’s shorts. He playfully cupped Sky’s crotch over the layer of clothing and rubbed his palm up and down slowly, making Sky grind up into his hand.

“I’m gonna go get it. Condom or no condom, hm?”

Sky chewed on his bottom lip, contemplating just for a brief second. Then he looked up at Prapai with beautiful hazy eyes and replied, “No, please. Wanna feel you in me, and want your cum in me.”

Prapai almost growled at that.

When Prapai returned with a half used bottle of lube in hand, Sky had already moved himself into position; flat on his stomach, bent prettily over the countertop with his perky naked ass on full display, obediently presenting himself to Prapai and earning himself an aroused growl from the man.

Prapai swore Sky had the most breedable back ever.

Prapai could feel his own cock throbbed in need underneath the strain of his shorts. It’s almost painful even, with how hard he was getting now, but he ignored it in favor of attending to his lover first. To Prapai, it’s always about Sky’s pleasure first and foremost.

Prapai spurted a generous amount of lube into his palm while he sauntered over to Sky and settled himself to stand behind him. He grabbed a hold of Sky’s buttcheek in his free hand, groping it none too gently. The action caused Sky to let out a needy moan, albeit a little muffled against his arm which he had tucked under his face to pillow his head from the hard surface.

“Phi Pai…” He turned his face to the side so he could peer at Prapai over his shoulder. A pair of beautiful, lust filled eyes looking up at Prapai, evidently already impatient. Probably only one second away from whining if Prapai didn’t give his body the attention that he badly needed already.

“Shh, I'm here. I got you.” He cooed soothingly at the boy as he leaned down to press soft kisses on the small of Sky’s back, peppering them along Sky’s spine up to his nape before he pulled away.

Sky had mewled and shivered at the ministrations, the press of Prapai’s warm lips on his bare skin sent goosebumps all over him that he whined when Prapai pulled away. But it was soon replaced with a surprised gasp, followed by a string of pleased noises and the curl of his toes as Prapai carefully pushed a slicked finger into his awaiting hole, slowly sliding it up until it was fully buried into him.

The initial intrusion had sting a bit despite the lubrication, but it was nothing Sky wasn’t familiar with. It didn’t last long, anyway. Especially when Prapai’s skilled finger had moved in and out of him at the right pace, making sure he was well adjusted before he added more and more digits into him.

Next thing Sky knew, he was already reduced to a moaning mess with three of Prapai’s fingers shoved easily inside him, opening him wide and loose for Prapai. Sky mewled keenly when Prapai had crooked his fingers just at the right angle, and thrusted them in just at the right depth to press against Sky’s prostate over and over again, stimulating him even more.

“Phi Pai… Phi Pai that’s- that’s enough-” Sky managed to choke out in between hitched breaths, his free hand reaching behind him to catch Prapai’s wrist, though it wasn’t able to stop Prapai from continuing his ministrations.

Sky’s hard little cock that’s squeezed between his legs and the furniture was already oozing with pre-cum. He doubted he could last any longer if Prapai kept going, and he really wanted to come to Prapai’s dick fucking him instead.

And Prapai always said he needed to use his words to get what he wanted…

“Want you… inside… Phi Pai.” Sky looked up at Prapai pleadingly, tears already pooling at the corner of his eyes from how painfully hard his cock was, begging for a release.

Prapai did halt his movement, but kept his fingers inside still as he gazed down at Sky expectantly. Sky bit his bottom lip, averting his gaze and instead burying his face into his arm so Prapai couldn’t see his burning cheeks when he pleaded, with soft voice, “Please, daddy?”

“What did I say before, hm?” Strong fingers threaded into Sky’s soft hair, gripping a fistful of it lightly. Prapai hovered over Sky once again and leaned his face close to Sky’s ear, whispering deeply, “Look at daddy when you’re talking to him, pretty little doll.”

Sky whimpered at the mere use of the nickname. That’s one of the many things Prapai did that easily affected Sky, one that Sky himself couldn’t figure out why. It just happened that Prapai had a knack of using a variety of nicknames on Sky.

Depending on the name, most of the time it made Sky’s heart flutter and his tummy filled with dozens of butterflies. But other times, like right now, especially when Prapai had said it in that deep and domineering tone of  his, it made Sky’s knees turn weak and his head felt so light like he’s floating on cotton clouds.

Not to mention his greedy hole pulsated from the pure arousal.

It didn’t take even a second for Sky to concede, much to Prapai’s satisfaction. Looking all docile as he lifted his pretty face from the crook of his arm, peering over his shoulder again to meet Prapai’s gaze. “W-want your cock inside me. Please, daddy?”

“Good boy.” Prapai rewarded the younger boy with a kiss on his earlobe, knowing very well it was one of his baby’s sensitive spots. Then he gently pulled out his fingers from Sky’s puffy hole, grunting out under his breath when it fluttered, clenching around nothing.

His pajama shorts were shrugged off his legs in record time, allowing his thick cock to finally sprung out from its confinement. Sky’s gaze turned into one of hunger almost in an instant at the sight of his daddy’s cock. Laying heavily in Prapai’s fist as the man coated it with lube and gave it a few experimental strokes. Once he deemed ready, he slotted his rock hard dick in between Sky’s cheeks and pressed them close together as he rocked his hips back and forth. The delicious frictions from where Prapai’s cock is sliding against Sky’s sensitive part got him to shudder visibly. His eyes gradually turned hazy as he purred at the pleasure.

And then Prapai decided to be a menace.

He’s being a mean daddy - Sky whined in his head.

The tip of his cock would graze against Sky’s puckered entrance every time he slid up, but he would purposely move past it and avoid it to edge the boy further. Simply because he liked teasing Sky and watching how the boy would react to his teasings. Like right now, Sky was bucking his ass up in his attempt to chase Prapai’s dick, only for him to give up and emit a pitiful frustrated cry soon after. “Don’t be mean.” He huffed out, complete with the disapproving frown and an adorable pout. It’s so fucking cute and it turned Prapai on even more.

“Okay sorry, my little pup. I won’t be mean anymore.”

Sky swore he felt like the air was knocked out of him when Prapai prodded his cockhead at his hole, and then finally pushed in, breaching past Sky’s ring of muscle. Prapai had been considerate enough of Sky to press in slowly, halting his movement every time Sky had displayed any form of discomfort. No amount of prep would ever be enough to prepare anyone to take in someone of Prapai’s size, if Sky was to be honest.  

Sky knew it probably took Prapai a lot of his will to suppress the urge to slam his cock home into Sky, but Prapai managed to do it anyway; letting Sky get properly adjusted to his size until he was able to slide all the way in and was fully sheathed in Sky’s warmth.

A string of moans mixed with some curses escaped from Prapai’s lips. Sky felt so warm, tight and snug around his cock, squeezing him at all the right places as if his walls were especially molded for Prapai’s cock. And he was met with barely any resistance when he started to move. His hands found purchase on the dip of Sky’s hips with a bruising grip as he slowly pulled his cock out, leaving just the tip in, only for him to slam back inside in one swift, practiced movement.

“Oh, fuck-” Sky could only moan helplessly as Prapai continued to thrust in and out of him; going slow at first then gradually picking up his pace, and fucking into Sky rather gently at first and then his movement becoming more and more rough.

Sky’s hand scrambled around to grab onto something, anything. But there’s nothing available around him and the surface of the countertop was too slippery for him to grip. Noticing his struggle, Prapai caught the hand by the wrist and folded it behind him, holding it firmly there to restrain him from using the hand anymore.

“You have no idea how fucking pretty you look right now, baby.” He breathed out as he pounded roughly into Sky that the boy jolted from the impact. It kinda hurt the way the edge of the counter digged at his skin, but the way Prapai was fucking into him had felt so overwhelmingly good that he couldn’t be bothered about anything else.

Just Prapai’s thick hot dick inside him, rearranging his guts, and his balls slapping against his own, adding to the stimulation.

Prapai’s tongue darted out to lick his own lip as he watched the way his entire length easily disappeared into Sky’s hole, reemerging soon after with a lewd squelch that echoed throughout the kitchen alongside the skin-slapping noises and their heavy breathings. The sight made his blood rush down south to his groin, throbbing and leaking inside Sky.

“Taking in daddy’s cock so well.” Thrust.

Sky’s lips parted in silent moans - with drool leaking out from the corner of his lips too - and his thighs shook when the tip of Prapai’s cock hit dead on against his prostate every single time he thrusted in. At this point Prapai was really so well versed with Sky's body that he could easily find Sky’s spot even with closed eyes.

“All dumb and drooly because of daddy’s cock.” Thrust.

“Like you were born exactly for this.” Thrust.

That was one hard thrust, making Sky’s eyes roll back from pure bliss. Maybe Sky was indeed made to take Prapai’s cock. Whenever and wherever the man wanted to.

Prapai lifted one of Sky’s thighs, hooking an arm under the knee to keep the leg up to spread Sky open even more. This new position allowed him to drive his rock hard dick even deeper into Sky.

Sky clenched hard around Prapai’s cock, his spent and used body squirming from the intense pleasure. But it still wasn’t enough. His neglected cock was hard and twitching between his legs, begging for some attention. He’s so so so close but he needed to be touched there. Thus he untucked the hand from underneath his head and reached down for it but Prapai immediately swatted his hand.

“Daddy… please…”

“Are you close, my pup?” Prapai asked, sounding a little breathless himself, and Sky nodded his head eagerly.

“Me too, baby.” Without breaking their contact, Prapai snuck an arm around Sky’s middle and pulled the boy up into standing position with his back pressed flat against his chest. He kept the arm secured there to hold Sky up, knowing for sure his legs were already too wobbly to stand on his own.

“You can cum now. Be a good boy and cum for daddy.” Thick warm fingers coiled around Sky’s dick and started pumping it up and down in time with Prapai’s relentless thrusts. The double stimulation was starting to overwhelm Sky, making him loll his head back on Prapai’s shoulder and his hands grip on Prapai’s muscular arms for purchase.

Prapai rubbed the pad of his thumb on Sky’s tip and it didn’t take long before Sky finally reached his orgasm with a drawl out moan. His body stiffened in Prapai’s hold and his legs shook uncontrollably when he spurted his cum against the furniture and all over Prapai’s fist that was still moving to stroke his cock, but at a slow pace now to help milking out every drop of Sky’s cum.

Prapai’s own release came soon after. A groan emitted from under his breath as he pulled Sky close against him, his face buried into the crook of Sky’s exposed neck as he shot his warm seeds deep into him, painting his insides white and stuffing him so full. Sky mewled in pure bliss and shuddered visibly when Prapai continued to thrust lightly into him for a few more moments to ride out his own orgasm.

Their chests heaved up and down as they pant lightly, trying to catch their breaths. Sky could faintly hear Prapai whispering sweet praises into his ears, but he was too fucked out to listen properly, so he just hummed softly in content, eyes becoming heavy from exhaustion.

“Let’s clean up a little, yeah?” Sky whined while shaking his head, still not ready to move. Prapai just chuckled at that and pressed a chaste kiss onto Sky’s shoulder before carefully detaching himself from him. He pulled out of Sky’s hole with a lewd pop sound, thick white liquid leaking out of the boy and dripping down his thigh.

Prapai used his foot to grab one of the clothes that he had tossed aside earlier so he could use it to wipe Sky’s thigh. Too worn out to do anything, Sky just let Prapai maneuver him around as he slowly dozed off to sleep.

When he sleepily blinked his eyes open again, Prapai was gently placing him down onto the bed. Apparently while he had nodded off Prapai had managed to wipe his body clean and put a fresh new shirt on him. He had even asked Sky to take a few sips from the drink he brought, wanting to keep Sky hydrated.

Sky’s heart fluttered at that. Prapai was such a good caretaker. He’s everything that Sky had prayed for and more.

Sky settled himself under the blanket, rolling over to Prapai’s side and snuggling against the man’s broad chest with a sated sigh. The warmth radiating from the man’s bare skin brought comfort to him, and the sound of his heart beat against his ear felt like a soothing lullaby, making him yawn and flutter his eyes closed. Prapai draped an arm loosely around his waist as the other hand caressed Sky’s hair comfortingly.

“Phi Pai…” Sky mumbled quietly, already struggling to stay awake, but he’s determined to say this.

“Yes, my beautiful angel Sky.”

Sky felt soft lips on his forehead.

“T’morrow… let’s go out ‘n eat t’gether… a date…” Sky slurred out groggily, voice so small it was barely audible, though luckily Prapai was still able to decipher it. Prapai smiled, endeared.

Sky had already drifted off to sleep, but Prapai replied anyway.

“Mhm, let’s do that. I love you, my Sky.”

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[dzpenumbra]

11/2/22

A lot of accomplishments today. It's a shame they don't feel like much. Welp, guess this is what my therapy is now, my self-work... not just diving deep into analyzing the deep end of life... actually making some tweaks to more everyday shit too. So I'm gonna try to really sing my own praises here. Because it's literally my homework. So bear with it if it sounds a little cocky or egotistical. It's depression treatment, boosting that ego a bit instead of constantly kicking it down, because I can trust my ego to be responsible and not let shit go to my head.

I got up late. I ate a yogurt and got in the shower. I am out of cereal, so despite having milk... my breakfast plans were a bit thrown off. yogurt was my backup and good thing because I have a ton and with granola it's not a bad breakfast at all. I didn't even make coffee though. My plan was to go to the store, get a Monster and something to eat, and head right to the skatepark. I was just chompin at the bit to get there today. I didn't even really have a plan, just work on nollies a bit or something.

I got the Monster and a sandwich, headed to the park and there were two guys around my age - one a bit older than me, the other a bit younger - and their kids, I assume, either that or the younger dude was a coach or an uncle or much older brother or something. It was cool, I didn't expect it to be... but it was chill. The kid with the younger dude was practicing back axle stalls on the mini quarter, he was trying to teach him and the kid got pretty close a few times.

The other father talked to me a bit. Asked me how long I've been around, I said like 25 years. Guess that caught him off-guard. Then asked what I do, probably because he's never seen me. I swear, it's always the second question. People don't even ask me my name anymore. Think about that, they want to know my profession before my name. I've met like 3 people since I've started going to the park regularly and not one of them know my name. I don't know when to volunteer it or ask theirs, I really struggle to feel the flow of conversations, and I fear disrupting them. The second damn question I'm asked like every time I meet people, "what do you do? where do you work?" It's a hard question for me to answer.

I don't make money. So... I just say I'm an artist. Then they ask what I make. This time I said clothing, because right this moment it's basically all I make. I am capable of making much more, but right now I make clothing. Being an artist is not always an easy thing to explain to people, often it feels like trying to explain a color to them that they've never seen before. "I'm making custom clothes, I made this hoodie." Yep, I was wearing the hoodie. It even had a white colored pencil outlines for the crow centerpiece on the right sleeve still clearly visible. The dude like, without missing a beat, went "oh yeah, what else do you make?" Like... didn't even look at the hoodie. And I also have a board with custom painted griptape too... Like... some people just don't engage with it. It's so weird to me.

Welp, after a bit of talking, I mentioned I'm making jewelry too and he fuckin lit up, so that was good! My diverse media served a really good use today. So I mentioned doing it by hand and sourcing local minerals and shit. He referred me to, I shit you not, the two spots that I have been sourcing stones and minerals. The river and an old smoky quartz vein in a national park that now has signs up everywhere saying the place is off limits because people fucking googled it and depleted the damn place. Like... fuck people. I snuck in pretty recently and grabbed a few scraps. I don't need much for a jewelry piece, even like an amulet centerpiece. They don't even have to be perfect crystals, I can just shape them now. But some people came in and tore the place up bigtime, debris everywhere, cave-ins, giant holes just dug out. And the spot is a big cliff, so... that could get super dangerous and do a number on the ecosystem if people are do that wrong one time. So I stopped going, even though my best pieces are from there.

The dude also recommended a dude not far from here that does car inspections - guess whose car is a month overdue for inspection... - and has a whole load of mineral collections that he's gotten from people who inherited them and shit. I don't know if he'd be down to like... donate some... I really doubt it... but I might be able to get a few choice pieces for a good deal, especially if he knew it was going to jewelry-making, to art. That they will be cherished and worn regularly (I hope), not just sitting in a box or in a garage. I got excited about that, I got the guy's name and I'm going to try to overcome my stupid social anxiety which is flaring up big-time in that general direction right now and just see if he'll set up an appointment within the next two weeks. I'd be more than glad to help his business, and I'd absolutely love to see what he has in his collection while he works on it. Much better than sitting awkwardly in a car dealership service department drawing in my sketchbook with headphones in. I'd much rather poke around in some weird old dude's garage and look at his collection of antique cars and inherited mineral display pieces and antique license plates and shit. That would be awesome! So if I can just shake this reflex that feels like I'm setting up a doctor's appointment... please... it would be really helpful. I hate that feeling, I'm so tired of it. I wish I could just pick up the phone and call, I used to. Pavlovian training is very powerful. But the more I practice just picking up the phone, doing it and seeing that it's absolutely fine? The more I get used to it, and the easier it will be to do it again. The worst thing that could happen is he could say he can't make an appointment. That's like... it. He might like... rip me off price-wise... it's possible. But whatever, he'll have to deal with the guilt of that if he's that kind of person.

So it was cool meeting someone new and getting a life and work connection. Me and that dude waxed nostalgic about skating in college, which was really chill. I just... have a different relationship to skating than him. I sought out getting back into skating, his kid got him back into it. He clearly had an accident and just stopped skating; kinda like me I guess, though mine wasn't a skating accident. He was probably skating home from a party late at night, drunk, and ate shit. From what he told me, it sounded like that's probably what happened. It's weird how people just... tell me stuff like that. I feel like that's not very normal, but it's been happening a lot lately. Like I'm a priest or something, and they're in confessional. I appreciate the gesture, it's a huge compliment. I was talking about how I missed skating on sidewalks, the sound of it, the feeling of it. I guess maybe it brought him back or something. But he got back into skating because of his kid, which is still awesome. They were both at around the same ability level, which is actually really cool. I wish they worked on tricks together, it seems like they were both just cruising, which is still cool.

I did my own thing, practiced some stall variations on the stair. Nosestall shove revert, that weird new nosestall-toehook-crook-revert, fakie nosestall shove nosestall revert. I'm really liking adding quick reverts to the ends of tricks now. I tried doing a few lines too. Like manualing the big bank up and down, looping around and then front 180ing off the other bank onto the flat. I did a really weird manual powerslide 180 into pivot 270 on a hip, which I still can't get that whole huge fakie pivot down right... but the manual powerslide (I guess, I do them a lot, I don't know what they're called) and a little revert back to regular is still cool and fun to do on a hip.

After a bit, they all left. I had the park to myself again. I did a few laps, practiced nose manuals and fakie manuals. Fakie manuals are weird as hell and I really want to get better at them. Lots of nose/nollie tricks today so my left thigh was really feelin it. By the end, I was just toodling around and started going to the mini-quarter and came close to accidentally doing a rock-to-fakie. I got a bit spooked. That trick scares me now, but it was a trick I actually had on lock for a very short period in my life. I never really had a mini-pipe to practice on... ever... so I never got transition tricks down really. I would probably be really good at transition if I just had access to a pipe that was less than fucking 8 feet tall. I have no clue why they didn't just add a full minipipe or minibowl to this new park, there are not a lot of skaters around this area that can skate the kind of shit they've been building. In my opinion, of course. If you want a new generation of skaters, you need some beginner shit too. Not all fucking 45 degree polejams and 8' half bowls and hip-height rails and shit. Throw in a really low manual pad with coping on all sides. Throw in low rails and shit. Make a damn minipipe is what I'm saying, okay?! Let the kids - and adults - learn.

So since I came close to accidentally going into rock-to-fakie, I said fuck it, I'm gonna try just getting into rock to fakie and see how it feels. It freaked me out a bit, but it felt somewhat doable. I started to just skate off somewhere else. I literally stopped myself, and went:

RATIONALITY - "No, nope, why are you just laughing this off, you really don't understand?! This is the trick you're working on right now"

ANXIETY: "But it's getting dark, the light is fading real quick, could be dangerous... what if I catch my trucks? It seems like it's me just begging to get hurt"

RATIONALITY - "okay, let's check then, because this is the trick you're working on. Let that sink in, dum-dum"

And I took my board and ran it along the coping, made contact with the kingpin barely for like a split second and immediately went straight to the wheels and rolled out. It was like... next to impossible to hang up trucks on that thing without just rolling right out of it.

RATIONALITY - "I can say with confidence that your chances of hanging up your trucks on this are like... 10% maximum. You can do this today."

ANXIETY - "But it's getting dark though..."

RATIONALITY - "Then you better get to it."

I gave it a few runs, I got into the rock no problem. Getting on the deck is easy, staying above it is easy too, it's almost easier to not pull your body above the deck and just sneak your board over, I guess. Definitely more stylish that way. But the second I started to roll back fakie I'd just jump off my board. Every time. Like a 50's suburban housewife seeing a mouse in the kitchen or something. It was frustrating me. Like... I practiced just rolling up, lifting my trucks and tapping them back down like 20 times, I had it fine every time. I did a few runs on the big quarter rolling out fakie to prove to myself that I can roll out of a quarter fakie just fine. But it was stuck in my head. It was like a reflex. When those didn't work, I was getting a bit desperate. I said fuck it, I'll just drop in then. I'll get used to how the quarter feels right at the beginning of the line. I'll feel the curve and the balance shift I'll need, because I'm very new to this quarterpipe and I'm not familiar with how it feels to skate it just yet. So I dropped in, pivoted on the bank across from it, then came back, gave a kick and went into rock, and pussed out on the rideaway, but the board made it back out this time no problem. It was getting very dark, but I got back up, I could feel it, I just need to stay on the board. It was working. So I'm pretty sure it was the second time that I dropped in with it, I came back and rock to fakie'd it no problem. And it was a really cool feeling trick. And I fucking like clapped and pumped my arms and went "Yes! Oh my god that's such a good feeling!" And I went back and did it again, for good measure. And I got it fine.

I love unlocking new tricks, or even re-unlocking old tricks. That's a trick I probably haven't done in like... 15 years? Maybe more? And when I did have it, it was like... only for like one session at an indoor park honestly. I'm a street skater, I don't see a lot of minipipes, so the opportunity to pull that trick out just didn't come up again. Until today. And it was cool!

So I went home. Polished some quartz and listened to Devin Townsend having tea with Elizabeth aka A Charismatic Voice. It's an exhausting process hand-sanding quartz, but it's coming along very nicely now. I don't know exactly how far I want to take the super clear quartz, but I'm eyeballing it and it's coming out really well right now, it's going to be a really cool piece, I think.

I made dinner and went into the studio to eat. I ordered Cubase. Finally. It took me like a year to do it. I ordered a DAW. I haven't had music recording capabilities since 2018. I don't want to pirate anymore, and I just didn't have the money available. I said fuck it and pulled the trigger on it. It was well worth it. It was a good decision, a hell of an investment. The things I can do with this are... I mean... I've barely even looked at the thing and I'm blown away at what's possible. I am now prepared for inspiration. I just need to get my drums hooked up properly to my VSTs, learn how to do that in a way that I understand and am comfortable with. I started playing around combining Taiko drums with African drums and different rural Eastern European percussion instruments that clack and jingle. I was programming all of it, and all I wanted to do was just play them on a drum, not program them by hand. And I just couldn't really figure out how to remap them...

I think once I figure that out I can make a cool process out of it. Where I just play a cool drum groove, even layer it and form like... a drum circle? Like... have you ever been in a music class or a workshop or something and they hand out all the percussion instruments and they teach you a pattern and then you all play the patterns together? That kinda deal. And I want to add bass and some atmospheric treble stuff to it and turn those into hip-hop beats.

I want super organic stuff. But made with digital instruments. Made digitally. Played on a MIDI drum kit. That's my goal. I want field recordings too, like nature sounds and shit. I'm very inspired, in case it's isn't noticeable. But I'm holding back because my... process is inhibited by a learning curve. With a new program, and new equipment, there can be a roadblock between what you could do and what you can do. And I currently can't do the drum thing with the VSTs I want. So once I unlock that, I will be able to do any drum VST with my kit, not just Kontakt-based ones. I don't think the VSTs I'm messing around with are made for drums, I think they're made for keyboard, just sayin.

So... I cracked the seal with music and it was great to be back. I saved my little pattern and transitioned into working on the hoodie. I started to see my creative anxieties more clearly there. They weren't so visible for me in the music medium, but when it came time to start blocking out dark and light areas on the crow? Out came a piece of sketch paper. I made a mockup and found the light source. I'll show a picture when it's done, but the piece is a crow's head and shoulder in front of a crescent moon, so it's going to be basically backlit. Crescent means that half of the crow is backlit and has a white highlight on it's edge, like a white outline behind it. But the back of the head and feathers overlapping the moon will be pure black. And I need glare on the eye to make it look 3D, so I'm kinda adding in a second light source, and it's helping a bit to not have the entire crow just be fully silhouetted. The sketch looked a little too basic at first... but then started to look better and better. I worked on it for a while, then said... this is dumb... just start inking. So I refreshed my white pencil sketch and said "fuck it". I inked the eye, then the crease in the beak, and the back of the neck. Then I just started going to town on it. And I got a big chunk of it done and it honestly looks really cool. I have no idea how the shading will work if I wash this thing, even if I iron it... but I was able to actually do some brush-like shading techniques and they were pretty visible... so... if that works, that means that my pencil-style shading techniques might actually work in this medium, which opens up a whole new world of opportunity. I really need to do test swatches for this shit!

But yeah, I got a good chunk done. And then I played Cult of the Lamb for a few hours to wind down. Because fuck it, it's a fun game, addictive too, and I felt like I earned a break. So... I don't know why I didn't carry a feeling of accomplishment to bed tonight. Depression, tbh, I know exactly why. Because I have no one to share that accomplishment with. It sucks. So... I'm sharing it here! That's something, right?

But I really do need to celebrate my victories, and not let the demons of others suppress my ability to enjoy life. I did a rock to fakie today, and I wasn't even going to try to learn it. I made good progress on a really cool jewelry piece. I have a DAW now, finally, so I can make music whenever I feel the urge. Finally. And I made good progress on my hoodie too. And I got that contact that could be good for both getting my car inspected and possibly getting some cool material for jewelry. Today was a big win! And I'm really proud of myself for my accomplishments today. Comparing this to like... sitting around watching Twitch and just feeling sorry for myself? This life is much better. XD

I'll try my best to get the car repair guy on the phone tomorrow. Hard to do when you go to bed at 7 AM... which is quickly approaching.

#diary #journal #online diary #stream of consciousness #stream of thoughts #skateboarding

[gqr3z]

ODDST☆RS

Episode 1

Day one; Friday, September 15, 2022. 6:32 Am

It was a chill and breezy morning in New York Lenox Hill as a boy named Tyler Ambush JR. a 21 year old adult that is your normal male adult, he gets out of bed, does his normal chores like shower, brush his teeth, make breakfast. Also he lives with his hot girlfriend kaya. Tyler pours milk into his custom made bowl his girlfriend made him as he sits down and looks at his Cookie Crisp filled bowl.

“ so.. Crunchy”

“ so..crunchy and Chocolatey..”

Tyler drooled over his freshly made bowl of Cookie Crisp as he heard footsteps coming down the stairs. It was Kaya walking down stairs as she looked towards the couch as she rolled her eyes,

“Really? Why is Tobie sleeping on the couch? Don't tell me you were smoking with him last night again..”

“ What do you mean? We were not smoking.. Actually.. Yeah we did “

He took a rather large bite of the cereal

“Tyler bubbas, why do you try to lie your way out of trouble? Its not healthy to lie to you’re own girlfriend.”

Kaya made a pouty face as her lips puckered up a bit.

Kaya was a girly girl, not that she seems a bit childish but there are points where she wants to tear your face off when you make the wrong move.

Tyler eats his bowl of cereal rather fast since he did have the morning munchies after what happened last night. Suddenly Tobie woke up as he lifted his head up as his big black spiky hair frows up as his loud keychains rattle from how fast he got up. Tyler was about to take a bite as he saw Tobie sit up and was silent for a minute, making it awkward for Tyler and Kaya.

“ Uhh.. good morning buddy.. How are you feeling?”

He said it in a calm sarcastic way as he looked up at kaya as she smiled softly as tyler smiled back, he quickly looked back at Tobie,

Tobie sighs as he rubs his face and eyes with his hands as he cups his face feeling like total crap.

“ Kaya can you get me some water please? I have the driest mouth right now. It feels like i had my mouth open while someone just blew hot air in my mouth”

Tyler laughed a bit

“ haha, What?  I swear you make no sense every time you wake up.”

“ yes ill get you water you weirdo”

Said Kaya as she grabbed a glass of water and gave it to Tobie

MeanWhile Tyler and Tobie walk out the brown townhouse as she kisses Tyler on the cheek.                          1

She fixes his jacket as she looked up at the man she loved and smiled

“ You look handsome, Tyler. You’re so very handsome.”

“ Aww. well you look beautiful and tired. So very tired”

Kaya rolled her eyes as she slightly hits his chest

“ oh you shut your mouth, it wasn't my fault that you decided to take a shower at Six o’ Clock in the morning just to go to your lame band that sounds like absolute garbage”

“ Cmon, our band sounds nice when you're up there. Well I think you do. Your voice is very calm and soothing towards the audience that night in toronto. Plus we have a show coming up next monday.”

Kaya’s eyes widened as she heard that the band was performing. The Oktoberfest band festival was coming up and she thought it was canceled.

“ Wait! Were.. PERFORMING MONDAY?!”

“ Yeah did you not get my text about the posters going around town?”

“ I thought it was around the end of september! I haven't been practicing my vocals and my guitar practice is over cause of the my teacher is having surgery on his back “

“ Didn't he fall on a table because he was getting something for your guitar?”

“ Yes.. oh my god it was bad..”

“ CAN WE GO NOW??”

Tobie yelled at tyler as Tobie was standing there waiting for Tyler to stop talking his girlfriend as tyler rolled his eyes

“ Alright, ill see you at practice at Three, Love you bebe”

“ Bye, Love stay safe”

Said Kaya as she smiled at Tyler as she had a blanket wrapped around her since it was cold outside.

“ Have a good day at work. Hey and tell Sean to stop being such a douche to my drummer it wasn't  his fault it was Aiden’s ass that he stole Sean's stuff!”

Said Tyler as he was walking out towards the sidewalk.

“ I know I will  talk to him when I get to work.”

“ Yeah I bet he’s puffin 'and huffin’ in his shitbox of a car.”

Tobie taps Tyler’s arm as they both walked down the sidewalk

“ Aye, don't disrespect his car man if he knew how to take care of it, I'd buy it off him. He has like Three hundred fifty thousand miles on that car, That's insane, Dude. “

Tyler would disagree with him slightly as he gets a text from Ronen.

“ Ay dude u comin? “

“ yuh we coming is ishea there?”

“ Duh she my neighbor dawg “

“ oh yeah i forgot about that. Yeah we on our way”

“ Alright just Let me know when your getting here because we bout to do a solo without Kaya”

“ Well did you know we gotta preform on monday?

“ Wait we are performing on monday.”

Chapter 1 Finished

[recordmcqueen]

why bagged milk is a bad idea

so some of yall might know that i recently moved from Yeehaw Midwestern Maplesyrupland to Bagged Milk Much People Maplesyrupland which is infamous for selling milk in bags no i am not making this up

this thing has 3 plastic BAGS of milk inside it so naturally one would ask HOW DOES ONE EVEN USE THIS MILK

well ya see ya toss it in a jug and snip the corner and voila rEADY TO POUR

except NO its a TERRIBLE idea like from a practical point of view WHOSE IDEA WAS THIS??

1. do you have any idea how FRAGILE the plastic is like i could accidentally drop this on the way from the car to the kitchen and boom SpiLT MILK ALL OVER THE FLOOR

2. WHEN YOU CUT THE CORNER ITS LITERALLY LEFT THERE EXPOSED TO THE ELEMENTS IN YOUR REFRIGERATOR uNLESS U USE THE WHOLE BAG IN ONE GO like how unsanitary is that THERES NO CAP OR LID OR ANYTHING TO SEAL IT ITS GROSS

3. ITS SO EASY TO SPILL like this pathetic wibbly wobbly bAG in a jug needs BOTH HANDS to pour unless u want the plastic to buckle and send your milk all over the counter

4. WHY DO I HAVE TO OWN A PAIR OF SCISSORS AND A JUG JUST TO USE THE MILK LIKE WHAT I JUST WANT MY MILK I DONT NEED A WHOLE “some assembly required” IN ALBERTA WE JUST TWIST THE CAp AND ITS ALL G WHAT IS THIS SMH

5. THEYRE NOT EVEN RECYCLABLE like i noticed ontario doesnt actually Have a bottle recycle program :0 which is Unfortunate like in aLBERTA you actually pay a small fee for every bottle/jug you buy and then you get the money back if you take the empty thing to the bottle depot so it can be RECYCLED but HERE theres nothing like that ALL THIS PLASTIC GOES INTO THE LNADFILL OMG

conclusion: bagged milk is extremely stupid pls get rid of it thanks

#allya squawks #allya rants #i been meanin to make this post for a while #i swear every time i grab the milk to make cereal #i remember how utterly stupid the whole concept is #not to mention our kitchen scissors are like Extremely dull #and i have to lowkey botch up the whole corner #so theres lil perforations #from the incomplete snips #just to get the darned corner off #/tableflip #ITS DUMB #smh #allya is struggling canadian

[hanuh]

The Loft  | Pilot Episode |

Summary | Eren Jaeger is desperate to find a place to live after arriving to LA. He comes across a Craigslist ad that’s right in his budget and down the block from his new job. Seems perfect, right? 

Genre | comedy, fluff, smut

Wordcount | 4K

Pairing | Eren x Reader slight Armin x Reader

Warnings | Language, alcohol, explicit talk, mentions of smut, breakups and mentions of death

Notes | This is inspired by New Girl, so let’s call this our New Girl AU. This is just a short little intro before we get into it. Some quotes from the show used throughout the series!

“Do you guys think if your phone’s cracked you can like lose information? Can it just fall out of the cracks? Does the cloud catch it? Is that what the cloud is?” Connie shoved a mouthful of Fruity Pebbles in his mouth before he looked up from his cereal which he decided was best to put in a pot. Why go back for seconds when you could just have a bigger bowl- Was his argument to Jean.

You and Jean couldn’t help but gawk at Connie. The two of you side-eyed each other and share a look that read- How has this man survived this long in life. 

You downed the last of your coffee which was 60% Baileys 20% Kahlua 10% Vodka and 10% coffee from the day before’s pot. “I’m way too hungover for this.” You slapped Jean’s back making him choke on his spoonful of grapefruit at the impact. “All you, kid.” 

Jean caught his breath as he peered at you with a weak glare. He cleared his throat looking back at Connie. Connie held the large pot up to his mouth chugging back the cereal milk, the sugary liquid ran down his neck soaking into his thrifted D.A.R.E. shirt. Jean made a mental note to no longer use that pot for pasta. “Connie, I mean this in the most respectful way when I say, were you dropped as a baby?”

Connie rolled his head around his neck and flopped it towards Jean. His silver eyes narrowed, “Jean, you’re going to have to stop being so mean to me or else I swear to god I’m going to fall in love with you.” 

“Seriously Con Con,” You stood from the spinny desk chair you found down the block a year ago and walked towards the kitchen to make another cup of ‘coffee’. “No more talking about the cloud before 10 am it confuses Jean. Ideally, we never talk about it again.” 

“How does it work?” Jean muttered making you roll your eyes from behind the cluttered kitchen island. This only confirmed in your mind that you’re basically running a shelter for men rejected by society. 

“If I can’t talk about the cloud then what else are we going to talk about? Work? I will run a bath with bubbles and lavender salts only to hop in with the toaster if I have to listen about Jean’s job.” Connie slammed the pot down on the dining table, his glare not even for a millisecond wavered from Jean’s face. “Seriously, dude. Every time you talk about your job I understand it less and less. Why are your clients potatoes? Literally. They’re literal potatoes.”

You snort as you dumped the last few drops of Smirnoff into your ‘I Hate Mondays’ Garfield mug. You reached under the island for a fresh bottle, “Seriously Jean last year you said you were working with sponges. What does that even mean?”

Connie threw his arms up with a cheer. “Thank you! You’re on my side!”

Jean’s eye twitched at Connie’s hooting and fist-pumps, “I run advertisements for companies, I don’t sign on actual potatoes. I work for the-”

“Boooo!”

“Boooooo!” You and Connie both yelled at Jean until you’re positive he wouldn’t utter another word of about his job. You grabbed a rag off the counter and threw it at Jean’s head for extra measure. It impacts with a slosh, whatever mysterious liquid it had absorbed now dripped down his cheeks. Jean rips the sopping cloth from his face with a huff. 

“Hey!” He tossed it on the ground with a wet slap and wagged a finger at you. “Jack Sparrow, what’s with all the booze?”

Connie sniffed the air like a bloodhound and waved a hand in front of his nose. “Yeah, I can smell you from over here.”

Jean stood from his chair making it screech against the hardwood floors. After a couple of big strides he came to your side and ripped the bottle of Baileys from your small, yet strong, grip. You pouted at him as he hid it behind his back. His golden gaze locked to your glossy stare. Your bloodshot eyes stood bright against the deep swarthy bags beneath. “Is this because of Armin?”

The mere mention of him sent your heart stilling and your throat tightening. Your brain burst with the memories and pain you’ve associated with that name. You tore your eyes from Jean knowing if he had even another second to stare he’d be able to read you like a book. “Hey, rubbing alcohol is for outside wounds but drinking alcohol is for inside wounds.”

Jean clasped your shoulder, “How profound.” He squeezed, “Seriously though, do you want to talk yet? It’s been two weeks. My door is literally right there, don’t think I can’t hear you watching 13 Going On 30 every night while leaving him voicemails. I heard you two nights ago reading off RRIF accounts you wanted to get with him. You can’t just leave your ex a message about retirement banking.”

You rolled your eyes, a sharp pain stabbing you in the heart. You knew you were not handling this well by any means but this breakup had destroyed you. In your mind, Armin had ripped your heart out of your chest and sold it to the black market. Instead of fully processing and talking about how you’re feeling, you reached under the counter pulling out another bottle of Baileys. 

Jean snatched the new bottle from your hand, “How much hooch do you have?!”

“Prohibition happened once, it can happen again.” 

Connie walked over with the pot and dropped it in the sink with a loud clang. He moved to where you stood and lifted your mug bringing it up to his nose. The pungent stench basically removed the hairs from his nostrils, yet he decided to give it a small sip. He took a gulp and immediately choked, spewing the liquor. “Oh god-” He coughed, “Oh god, how are you still standing?!” He dry heaved, “Seriously I think I’m drunk.” 

“I’m a mess I get it, I get it.” You turned from Jean entirely and snatched your mug from Connie’s grubby little hands. You opened your mouth to argue with the boys but the shrill sound of the loft’s buzzer cut through the air.

“Oh, shit-” Jean’s amber eyes froze in fear as he ran back to the dining table where his phone lays. “What time is it?”

Connie checked his smartwatch, “10:12, why?”

“Shit,” Jean slipped his phone in his pocket and ran back to the kitchen. He pried the mug from your hand and threw it into the sink with a crash. “I have a guy coming for that Craigslist ad I posted for Marco’s old room.” Jean hastily grabbed every bottle off the counter and juggled them all in his arms. He threw them all in the trash and ignored your whines. “I totally forgot and now we have to interview this dude.”

“This is why we have the group chat,” You threw your hands in annoyance watching Jean speed tidy. “You tell us what’s happening in the group chat so we don’t miss things like these. Who is this guy anyway?”

Jean unlocked his phone and threw it at you. You stumbled with the catch, your reflexes debilitated heavily from your lethal coffee. You clutched the phone close to your chest before sneaking a peek. It’s an email application but before you had a second to read it, Connie was yanking the phone out of your hold.

Connie squinted at the application, “Eren- J- Jay-gear?” He shook his head bringing the phone closer to his face. “Jaguar? Eren Jaguar?” His eyes squinted so much you were fully convinced he couldn’t even see the phone anymore. “Is this like jalapeño and you have to do something fancy with the J? Is this French?”

You snatched the phone back out of his hands and read the application yourself. “It’s Jaeger, like Jagermister. Jaeger bombs.” 

“I’m convinced that I’ve just memorized a lot of words and don’t actually know how to read.”

You tossed Jean his phone as another buzz echoed through the massive loft. You looked between Connie and Jean with a deep crease between your brows. “Guys I’m fully convinced this guy is using a fake name and he’s here to murder us. The facts are astronomical.” You whisper shout hoping the next Ted Bundy who stood outside your building couldn’t hear you.

Jean tossed his arms in the air, “Okay drunko, go to the bathroom and freshen up. You smell like the bottom of a bartender’s shoe. Sober up. Seriously, take a shower. Connie, Just go sit on the couch and don’t talk. Let me ask all the questions.” 

Finding his girlfriend in bed with a woman was what it took for Eren Jaeger to pack a bag and move across the country. Did he have a plan? Absolutely not. In fact, he called his sister as he boarded his flight to LA begging her to sleep on her couch. After six minutes of endless pleas and two very upset flight attendants telling him to end his call or get thrown off the plane, Eren began the next chapter of his life. He arrived at LAX with his duffle bag in hand and a buzz from $12 tiny bottles of Spiced Rum that numbed the memories of a woman eating out his girlfriend. 

He promised Mikasa he’d be out of her hair in a week. A week passed and his promise turned into two weeks. Soon enough, Eren found himself with chronic back pains from sleeping on Mikasa’s tiny couch that was clearly made for aesthetics and not functionality nor comfort. A month was about as long as Mikasa could stand of her brother crashing with her. She loves him as much as a sister could, but she’s way past the point in her life where she wants to live with her little brother. She decided to take it upon herself to browse through Craigslist one day and apply to any places that seemed within his budget. After the fifth tiny studio she’d applied to under his name, she came across an ad titled ‘The Loft of Brotherhood’ and internally died a bit. The location and price were perfect for Eren and maybe, just maybe, this seeming frat house could give her baby brother a social life that wouldn’t rely on her and all of her free time. Perfect.

Two days later she got an email from [email protected] subject line ‘The Loft of Brotherhood Application’ and finally felt a glimmer of hope. 

So in conclusion, after an awful breakup, numerous hangovers, and one very aggravated sister- Eren sat in a beat-up leather chair with two grown men eyeing him up and down. The taller of the men, Jean, stared right into Eren’s soul. He swore the man read every secret with that scrutinizing gaze. The other, Connie, appeared as if he didn’t even know Eren was there. He was either uninterested or legit braindead with not a single thought behind his eyes. Mikasa told him there were three roommates, but she also told him that the ad seemed pretty weird. He’s genuinely concerned the third was hiding in the curtains behind him ready to axe him at any second. The small rational side of him hears running water from further into the loft and assumed the other guy must just be in the shower. His irrational side kept one ear listening for the rustling of the curtain still unsure from the whole situation.

“So, are you French?” 

Eren’s ripped from his thoughts to find that buzzcut finally acknowledged him. “What?” French?

Connie found Eren’s eyes too bright to look at, so opted for staring at his man bun. “Your last name, is it French?”

Eren used all his willpower to make sure his face didn’t reflect a single thought his mind was making. “Oh, it’s German. My mom’s-”

“It’s not French? I would have preferred if it was French.” Connie flopped on the couch with unmistakable disappointment. He officially tuned out of the conversation his mind thinking about how nice life would’ve been with a French roommate who makes croissants every morning. What a waste.

Eren mentally attempts to convince himself not to walk out right now knowing that if he goes back to Mikasa without an apartment secured then he’ll be scattered in tiny pieces across all of Hollywood. He chose to ignore Connie’s entire being and look over Jean. He’s pretty sure Jean hadn’t blinked once since entering the loft. He forced a smile onto his face, “So, how long have you guys lived here for?”

“I’ll be asking the questions here, Jaeger” Jean sat adding an edge to his voice. “You have any pets?”

“No-” Eren got cut off yet again although this time it wasn’t from any of the men on the couch but from a loud bang down the hall followed by a slew of colourful curses. Eren pursed his lips and pointed at the hall with his thumb. “What was that?” 

“Jaeger, I said I’m asking the questions.” Jean shook his head, “What do you do for a living?”

Shuffling still echoed from down the hall making Eren have a hard time focusing. “Oh, um, I’m a bartender right now. This loft is actually right down the street from where I was just hired. My sister thought-”

“Oh!” With that one single word, Jean became a new man. His entire aura shifted into something more personable, happier - Euphoric. Sister. The icy glare he once sent over swapped to a toothy smile that emits warmth. “Sister?”

Eren who was completely oblivious to the scheme Jean was already plotting to bone his sister, assumed the man was just trying to get to know him as a future roommate. “Yeah!” Eren perked up in his seat, “Her name’s Mikasa.”

“Ah, a beautiful name for what I assume to be a beautiful woman.”

Connie gagged as he sat up and turned his entire body to Jean. He pointed past Jean with a fire in his eyes. “Jar.” He waved his arm for emphases.”In the jar right now.”

Eren watched more confused than ever as Jean slipped a dollar bill out of his pants and stuffed it into a jar with a bright sticky note that read ‘Douchebag Jar’. Jean turned back to Eren as if nothing had ever happened, “So Eren, what’s your sister do?”

Eren shrugged knowing he’ll never get an explanation for whatever he just witnessed. “She’s a model.”

Jean sat impossibly straighter he nearly fell off the couch. “How soon can you move in?” 

Connie looked over at Jean with his face scrunched in utter bewilderment. He glanced back and forth between his idiot of a roommate and the German stranger who sat in his favourite chair. Jean is such a simp. He sank back into the couch knowing that without you here there was no stopping Jean. Connie simply went back to dreaming of what his life would’ve been like waking up to fresh croissants.

“Um, I guess tomorrow?” Eren raised one of his thick brows still not fully comprehending what was happening. 

Jean beamed larger at the news. He stuck out a hand towards his new roommate, “Well, Jaeger, welcome to the loft.” Eren grabbed Jean’s hand giving it a firm shake the whole experience felt surreal and also like a potential mistake in the making. “Oh, feel free to bring your sister to help out tomorrow.”

Connie whipped his head towards the exchange and slapped Jean’s leg. “Jar. Right now.”

Jean let go of Eren’s tanned hand to shove another bill in the already overflowing jar. He looked back to Eren with a big smile, “Trust me, you’ll love it here.”

“Okay kids,” You grabbed your jacket draped across the back of the couch. Connie and Jean were both watching the Lakers game and were too focused to care about whatever you were saying. “I’m heading to work now.“ You stood behind them with a hand on your hip. Nothing, not a single response. You shook your head and headed towards the door, your heels you're forced to wear at work clanked against the wooden flooring. Just before you opened the door you spun back towards the manchildren. “Oh hey, guys. How’d it go with that dude?” You had meant to ask them earlier but you decided to take a little nap (six hours to be exact) before the training shift you got called in for last minute.

“When LeBron is on the screen don’t you dare speak!” Connie turned to you throwing the stick from his corndog. He wasted not a second more on you before he turned back to the television. 

You rolled your eyes, “Whatever, doesn’t matter to me. Just send the info in the groupchat!” You grabbed your keys off the hook and began your way to work. The walk to work is basically as long as an Elevator ride. 

You worked at a trendy cocktail bar just down the block named Cenote. You’ve worked there for just under two years. The hours were great while you were in classes, 5 pm-12 am, but the tips were even better. Management, AKA Tess, honestly cared more about how attractive the staff looked than drink quality or work ethic. Her brilliant hiring decisions made training shifts your personal hell. Tess always stuck you with the new hires to show them the ropes, most of them aspiring actors and models who couldn’t remember how to make a whiskey sour for the life of them, let alone hundreds of other cocktails. To say you were already resenting your shift was an understatement. The last new guy you trained untapped a keg and somehow flooded the keg room with fuzzy peach beer, the room still had the lingering smell of fermented peaches.

Before you knew it, you were walking down the iron steps to the lavish lounge. You tugged down the hem of your mini dress, another thing Tess made the women wear. Before you had even walked down all the steps, you hear the shrill voice of your Tess call out to you from behind the bar. You glanced over to her, your lips sat in a firm line, the bare minimum of a smile. Beside your manager stood an incredibly gorgeous man who you could only assume is who you’re stuck with all night. His hair was up in a loose bun, it somehow looks both put together and careless but the combination together just made him incredibly sexy. He wore a tight black button-up that was definitely a size too small, every breath he took made his chest constrict against the tight fabric. He filled it out incredibly well and you knew Tess very much had something to do with the sizing. You nearly had to stop walking when you focused on his face. Fallen strands of his dark hair framed his piercing emerald eyes, the two irises locking in on you making your breath hitch. 

In the poetic words of one Connie Springer- That face is nut-worthy.

From that moment on, no matter how inadequate or shit he may be at his job, he’s who you want to be your rebound. What’s the saying? The best way to get over someone is to get under someone else? Well, it’s even better if that someone was sculpted by angels and gods upon his conception.

You will fuck this man.

Eren stood behind the dimly lit bar, red lights creating an alluring atmosphere. His new manager Tess was rambling on about expectations and etiquette they require from all the bartenders, his mind was far from focusing on a single word the shorter woman spewed out. He instead was far too busy watching a woman walk down the entrance of the lounge. Her black heels accentuated her legs almost as if creating a map for Eren’s gaze to follow. Her mini dress was short, so short that she had to hold it down with every step. It was tight enough Eren got a taste of how gorgeous her figure was. The black silky fabric hugged her curves a little too well. Her pretty lips were pulled into a thin line, her face blank yet sultry. It’s not until his boss called her does Eren actually realize that this woman is the coworker they were waiting on. Not just his coworker, but his trainer. This will be a long shift. He felt as if he was a predator that hadn’t been fed in a year and that woman was his prey, the only thing that could cure his primal hunger. 

It’s not even a want he had for her, it was a need. He’d take her right behind this bar right now if he could. After all, what better way to get over your ex than to fuck the brains out of your new coworker? 

No matter what came in the way, he’d fuck this woman.

Hope you enjoyed! Any feedback?

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[deceitfuldevil]

Truth Serum

Pietro Maximoff X Reader

Summary: While working with Tony and Bruce in the lab you accidentally drink some very experimental truth serum, leading to some unwanted confessions with your coworkers.

Warnings: use of y/n, swearing, lots of dialogue, barely proofread, etc.

Word Count: 1.7K

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You were busy working with Tony and Bruce in the lab and jokingly Tony placed his latest concoction next to your drink but you didn’t realize until it was too late and you drank Bruce’s experimental truth serum.

“Jesus Tony can you turn down that obnoxious music? I’m so sick of that stupid 70s rock music you’re always playing.”

Tony stopped what he was doing are looked over at you in shock.

“L/n, what the hell are you talking about? You told me you loved my music.”

“Well I lied, I lie to you a lot actually.” You looked up eyes blown wide with dear as you covered your mouth after saying that.

“I did NOT mean to say that.”

“Y/n… did you just take a sip of that beaker Tony so stupidly placed right next to your drink?” Bruce asked pinching the small space in between his eyebrows

You looked down as remorse filled your gut, noticing a small dribble of blue liquid slowly falling down the side of the beaker you obviously just took a drink from. Your eyes life to meet Bruce’s as you slowly nodded a small yes.

“Well, no thanks to Tony now we get to find out if my very experimental truth serum actually works.”

“TRUTH SERUM?!” You shouted, the last thing you wanted was for your team to have unrestricted access to your secrets.

“No thanks to me? Are you kidding Banner? This might be the most fun we have with Y/n all year!” Tony said with a cheeky grin

Your groaned and let your head fall onto the desk you were sitting at. “How long will this last?” You asked muffled

“Best case scenario for you? It could wear off within the next 30 minutes. Worst case scenario? You could be highly responsive and overly truthful for the two days.”

Tony broke out with a loud cackle as he got up from his desk and exited the lab “Good luck kid!”

“And theres no antidote?” You pleaded

“Sorry, but we were barely in the trial phases of creating this and we don’t try to make an antidote unless we know for sure that it works.”

“So how the hell am I supposed to deal with this in the meantime?”

“My best advice? Lock yourself away in your quarters for the next day or so to avoid saying anything unsavory to the rest of the team. Because I don’t have a doubt in my mind Tony left to go and tell the whole team about your little predicament.”

But before you could reply Sam, Rhodey, and Bucky all came running into the lab practically running over each other.

“Okay, I’ve wanted wanted to know. How do you feel really about Redwing?” Sam asked pushing Rhodey and Bucky aside.

“I think you should find a girlfriend so you stop obsessing over a high tech piece of metal.” You said with an unholy amount of sass, already sick of this treatment. Bucky burst out laughing but you sent a pissed off glare his way.

“Don’t think you’re safe either beefcake. You’re 106 years old and still can’t take a joke, not to mention that you’re forgetful as fuck. I mean who the hell just forgets that they have a vibrium arm? I’m not even going to get started on that staring problem you have that you think is so intimidating.” You snapped, shutting everyone in the room up. Before leaving you locked eyes with Rhodey.

“Oh hi Ego Machine! Don’t worry, I didn’t forget about you. I mean who could when you tell that story of how you dropped a tank at the generals feet every single party? I mean, BOOM were you looking to be interesting?”

After shutting every one in that room down you stormed out and locked yourself in your room. You really could tell if you had taken truth serum or just a liquid curse. You never left your room for the rest of the night, not wanting to risk dinner with the team. But you woke up around 5:30 in the morning to. Very strong feeling of hunger, and prayed no one else would be up this early as you snaked down into the kitchen. You walked past Wanda sleeping quietly on the couch as Vision floated peacefully in the corner.

“Creepy motherfucker…” you whispered as you stepped into the kitchen

“What was that you said about my husband?” Wanda said, suddenly on the other side of the counter looking at you with a tilted head. You jumped almost spilling your cereal

“Jesus Christ Wanda! A warning!” You said clutching your head with one hand and the cereal box with the other. But she only looked at you and smiled mischievously

“You can ask anything you want but you’re not allowed to be upset by the answer” you stated plaining, pouring some milk into your bowl.

“Are you talking about the truth serum you took yesterday?” Wanda asked, tilting her head at you.

“Yeah, it might not wear off for another 24 hours. Everyones been dying to find how I ‘really’ feel about them since Tony ran his big mouth and told everyone about this stupid serum I drank.”

“You do remember I can read minds, right? I always know when someone’s telling the truth or lying, I just don’t always call them on it.”

“Right.” You said quietly as you stuffed your face with cereal so you could go back to your quarters as soon as possible.

You sat alone in your room unbothered for the next few hours, until you heard a rock at your door.

“Don’t come in! Go away!” You shouted turning the page of your book assuming whoever was on the other side of your door would kindly fuck off. But as a tall man with a mop of silver hair entered your room you sighed dramatically and threw your book at him, missing spectacularly.

“I could’ve sworn I said to NOT come in.” you said as you crossed your arms over your chest, looking at the ever so muscular man making his way over to your bed.

“And when’s the last time I took orders from you?” Pietro said with a smile.

“You never take orders from anyone, I’m surprised you haven’t been kicked off the team yet honestly.” You spat, bitter that he wasn’t respecting your wishes to be left alone. A pit of nerves also started to grow in your stomach the closer he came to you knowing how you really felt about him, and that if he asked there’d be nothing stopping you from telling him the truth.

“Ah, you wound me dragâ.” Pietro says as he mockingly clasps his hands over his heart as if you’d shot him. You just rolled your eyes in response.

“The team tells me you’ve become somewhat of a bitch since yesterday, is that true?” He asked, sitting down at the foot of your bed.

“I’m not a bitch, Tony just tricked me into drinking some of Banner’s experimental truth serum. But you already knew that didn’t you? Either way, spoiler alert. The stupid serum works and probably won’t wear off for another 12 hours. Besides, I’m only a bitch to the team members I don’t like.” Your eyes widened realizing what you just admitted to Pietro

“I suppose that’s true, Wanda did tell me you weren’t too bad when she ran into you this morning.” Pietro said scooting up next to you in bed, normally you’d tell him to fuck off before he got too close so he would know how much you loved being in his arms but when he asked

“Is this okay?” As he stretched his arms over your shoulders pulling you into his chest

“Yeah, I love it when you hold me. Or just touch me in general, always makes me feel like I’m on cloud nine.” The confession just spilled right out of your mouth, causing you to once again to clasp a hand over your lips to prevent you from saying anything else.

Pietro looked down at you with a shocked eyes but a smug smile, deciding to push his luck he asked “Then why do you always push me away and tell me to fuck off anytime I hug you?”

“Becwagh wi dwomt vhmnf to nmfh…” you said, keeping your hand over your mouth to muffle your answer. Pietro shook his head light at you as he took your hand off your lips and held it, gently caressing your knuckles with his thumb

“What was that darling?” He said as he cobalt blue eyes poured into yours. It’s like he already knew how you felt but just needed to hear you say it to confirm his suspicions. Months of pinning after you, and now here was his chance. He had no other choice but to act on it. You swallowed the last bit of pride and fear held in your chest and said

“Because I don’t want you to know how I really feel about you.” The last of your walls came crashing down as you smiled gently at the handsome man before you, he gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear as his faced inched closer to yours.

“And how do you feel about me dragosté?”

“Like you’re the only person in the world I could ever fall in love with.” That was all Pietro needed to push aside his ego hearing how you really felt about him as he leaned down and closed the gap in between the two of you pressing his soft lips to yours. Moving gently with you as his lips slotted perfectly over yours, you breathe in his musky scent as you ran your hand across his chest pulling him closer to you. Sadly it wasn’t long before you both ran out of air and had to pull away

“So how do you feel now?” Pietro asked with a cheeky grin plastered on his lovestruck face

“Like I could kiss your stupid face all day.” You said grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him back in for a much more heated kiss.

The rest of your afternoon and week into the evening was spent in Pietros arms sharing soft kisses and fleeting touches. Although admittedly he was sad when the truth serum wore off and he couldn’t ask you any and everything under the sun about how you felt about him.

But you’d end up showing him how you felt in other ways later on ;)

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A/N

Ahhh here’s my 4th post that will be published while I’m away at camp! Found this little bit in my notes as well and just fleshed it out enough to post! Hope this was enjoyable!

Much Love,

—Skyler

#marvel #age of ultron #au #avengers age of ultron #cute #fan fic #fan fiction #fluff #imagine #love #aou #wandavision #mcu #Pietro #pietro maximoff x y/n #pietro maximoff #pietro maximoff x reader #pietro x y/n #pietro x reader #reader insert #x reader #<3

[bbyheedeungie]

Fluttering Machinery | Robot! Sunghoon AU

Genre: Fluff, mild angst

Pairings: Robot! Sunghoon x Reader

Warnings: Character death, little suggestive content

Synopsis: Sunghoon was a humanoid built by your father, with the sole purpose of taking care of you once he passes away. But it seems like taking care of you came with discovering emotions that wasn't necessary for cooking, cleaning, and keeping you safe. What is this warm fuzzy feeling that resonates deep inside Sunghoon's mechanism?

It's been months. 6 dreadful months since your father has passed away. The doctors have warned you that he didn't have much time left, but that didn't make the goodbyes hurt any less.

You were 4 years old when your mom left you and your father for another guy. A more successful guy. Your father was bright, with an insatiable hunger for discovery and invention. But his field of work didn't always bring food to the table. And so on most days you had to, well, compromise.

But you loved your father so much, and still do. Although you didn't grow up to be a scientist like him, you knew the basics on automation and robotics. You were 11 years old when you first saw it, the humanoid that he worked on for years came to life before your own very eyes.

He had no skin nor face that made him look human yet. Just a chunk of metal with a head, arms and legs that moved mechanically. Nevertheless, you will never forget the joy and pride in your fathers' face as he watched his creation. The humanoid was a work in progress and you knew one day he's going to change the world. Unbeknownst to you, he was going to change your world.

And now here you are, years into the present as you stood infront of the humanoid who had his eyes shut. Yep, he's a he now. He is Humanoid SH-1282. Your father made him for the purpose of serving the community, to help people. But when he discovered his illness, he started making alterations to his design. He made SH-1282 to serve as the perfect companion, but only to you.

He filled the humanoid's hard drive with everything that he'll need to help you and take care of you. He input cooking, cleaning, and even martial arts. You sighed, remembering your father's last words.

"I'm gonna leave him in your care now, err leave you in his care or whatever. Take good care of each other okay? I love you both so much."

You were such a crybaby, holding on to your father's arm as the nurses were ushering you to wait outside because the doctors are about to perform surgery.

"You'll be okay." Your father mouthed as he smiled knowingly in content.

You reach for the humanoid's neck to find the power button, finally deciding to activate him after holding it off for months.

You held your breath as his eyes open, immediately scanning his surroundings. His eyes land on you, a smile forms on his lips.

"Hi, I'm SH-1282. It's nice to finally meet you, Y/N." He said naturally, offering his hand. If you didn't know any better, you would think he was a normal boy.

You let out a shaky breath as you accept his hand. He frowns, it seems like he is studying your facial expression and posture.

"You seem like you are in distress. Are you alright?" He asks in concern.

"Yeah, I am." You reply weakly.

"Will a hug improve your mood?" He asks. He was programmed to know about the benefits of physical intimacy, but he was also programmed to know consent and so he will not do anything unless you want to.

You contemplated, biting your lip.

"No, thank you." He simply nods, stepping out of his charging port.

"Will you show me around the house?" He asks and you nod.

"Damn this feels so awkward." You think to yourself.

"So here's the living room." You say as SH-1282 takes a good look around the area, his eyes falling to the dirty coffee table with tons of papers stacked messily. The couch looked greasy, with breadcrumbs stuck to the sides of the couch cushions. He scrunches his nose, involuntarily adding a new emotion to his database: disgust.

And as you led him to the kitchen, this emotion intensifies as he sees the containers of Chinese takeouts and cup ramen littered around the counter. He walks to the fridge and finds it empty except for a carton of milk that you put into your cereal for breakfast.

This awakens another emotion for the humanoid, frustration. He pinches the bridge of his nose as he contemplates on what to do with the mess, aka you.

"This won't do. You have been living unhealthily which may reduce your chances of living a long life."

You scoff, "Excuse me?" He gives you a dead stare, an eyebrow raised.

"No, excuse me while I clean up all this. I'll leave you to your own devices, thank you for showing me around today." He says sassily as he goes to find where you hide your cleaning utensils. You stood there dumbfounded.

"Unbelievable." But you let him be anyway. He wasn't wrong, you've been a total mess this past few months but that was all because of the grief. You basically had no family now.

And so for the rest of the day, you lock yourself in your room and do homework. About 5pm, you hear a soft knock at your door.

"Hello, it's me. Can you spare me a minute? I have something to ask of you." You inwardly groan, not really wanting to face the humanoid.

"Can you accompany me to get groceries? I swear this will only happen one time. It is only because I am not yet accustomed to my location. But after I mentally note the directions, you won't have to come with me next time." He didn't really want to bother you, but he knew that going out by himself and getting lost will be much more bothersome for you.

"Sure thing, just let me change into— oh no, you have no other clothes. It's kinda chilly outside today." You mentally facepalm yourself. Why didn't I go shopping for men clothes first before activating him?

"That is fine, I am immune to any temperature." He says as-a-matter-of-fact. You roll your eyes.

"I know that but people will probably get suspicious to see a man walking around in a shirt and jeans when everybody else has coats on. We need you to fit in as much as possible."

You search for your father's old coat that you refused to throw away even months after he's passed.

"Sorry dad, but he kinda needs this right now." And so you dress the humanoid in your oversized university sweatshirt (which surprisingly fits him perfectly) and your father's old coat.

"How do I look? Will I fit in now?" He asks as he scans his appearance in the mirror.

"You look—" absolutely breathtaking. You had every urge to slap yourself. Your father really didn't play around when he made the humanoid's face. He could pass up as an idol. And the cute little mole on his nose was a good addition to his features that made him even more realistic.

"Great. People won't suspect a thing."

The two of you head out. Contrary to your expectations that he would marvel at everything he sees outside, he just casually looks around. You ride the bus together, and the humanoid processes everything that you do, noting how everything works.

What caught you by surprise though, is how he immediately stands up in instinct to let an old lady sit down in his place. He sure was programmed with manners and chivalry. You smiled at the thought.

You made your way inside the grocery store, only intended to grab a basket but the humanoid insisted on a push cart.

"We have so much to buy, I've taken a mental note of everything we'll need." You simply roll your eyes and let him push the cart around as you wandered behind him. You look around as he reads the nutritional facts of every single thing he sees.

"This is definitely going to take a while." You muttered.

"Y/N? Is that you?" A voice squealed. You hissed and attempted to turn away, pretending you didn't see her. The humanoid saw how you reacted and swiftly rushed to your side in a protective stance. The stranger eyes the humanoid, her eyes sparkling at the sight of such a gorgeous man.

"Why hello there. Y/N you didn't tell me you've been busy with your boyfriend, we haven't hung out in a while." Both of your eyes widened at the misunderstanding.

"Oh, no he's not— we aren't—" You tried to explain but she just laughed out loud.

"Look how flustered you are. You know what, it's okay. But we have a lot of catching up to do!" She said, squishing your cheeks in a playful manner.

"So what's your name, handsome stranger?" She asks, turning to the confused humanoid.

"I'm S—"

"Sunghoon! His name is Sunghoon." You blurted out. Sunghoon was the name of your childhood crush when you were like 7 but that'll have to do. Unfortunately, it seems that the humanoid got even more confused.

"I am Y/N's—"

"Neighbor. He lives next door to my apartment. I was just showing him around because he just recently moved into the city." You say quickly. She can't know that you're living with a guy. Even if said guy wasn't human.

"Awww how sweet of you to go shopping with your neighbor." She said, winking at you. She's definitely not convinced.

"I'm Yeonmi, Y/N's friend." She introduced, offering her hand to Sunghoon. He took her hand reluctantly.

"You mean my super obnoxious friend." You roll your eyes.

"Shut up, you love me." She teased. Admittedly, you've been avoiding her for months now. Ever since your father passed, it was as if you didn't want to deal with anyone anymore, with the fear of being left behind again. So you shut everyone out. You know it was a very selfish move and must've made everyone worry, but you have yet to figure out how to fix things back to how it is.

You said your goodbyes not without a long, tight hug from Yeonmi and Sunghoon noticed from his scanners how your vitals greatly improved from it. This made him feel another new emotion: relief. He was very thankful for your friend who made you feel better.

You continue venturing down the aisle of food, and you find the humanoid smiling to himself. He notices your attention on him and he shakes his head, as if shrugging his thoughts off.

"What?" You asked.

"You gave me a name. Although I'm unsure if it is necessary, thank you." He says genuinely as he smiles at you, your heart skipping a beat.

"You're welcome, Sunghoon." You smiled back.

He picked up lots of fruits and vegetables, with you whining the whole time. Your whines unlocked another emotion of his; annoyance.

"No wonder her father thought she is in need of taking care of, she acts like a child." He concludes, running his fingers through his hair as he lets you get an ice cream of your choice. Oddly, seeing a bright smile on your face as you show him what flavor you got seems to put him at ease.

The two of you got home at dawn, with quickly stacking up the groceries into the cabinets and fridge, with you slumping down on the now squeaky clean couch.

It had been quite a long day and you found yourself dozing off. You woke up from the light tap on your shoulder, eyes fixating on Sunghoon with your apron wrapped around his torso.

"I could get used to this." You thought, admiring how adorable the humanoid looked but quickly pushing the thoughts away.

"Sorry to wake you, it's time for dinner." He announces and you lazily nodded, not before yawning and stretching your arms.

"Uhh, what is this?" You asked, eyeing your plate.

"It's your dinner." He says nonchalantly, expecting you to start eating. Your face shows utter disgust at the plate of vegetables.

"Please don't make me eat that." You begged. Sunghoon rolls his eyes; a trait he adapted from spending just a day with you.

"Don't be dramatic, vegetables are good for you." He states, taking the plate from you and attempting to feed you.

"Come on, say ah." He says playfully. After realizing how much you acted like a child, he researched on how to take care of children and downloaded it into his database. You scrunch your nose, leaning away from the food and shooting him a glare.

"Sunghoon, I'm not a kid." You deadpanned.

"Oh, but you won't get your ice cream if you don't eat this." He says, pouting at you teasingly. He's really good at this. With a sigh, you open wide and allow him to feed you.

"Yep, definitely a kid." He thinks to himself as he smiles in satisfaction, another emotion unlocked.

That night, you decided to move his charging port (with his help) from the lab into the spare room of the apartment.

"You know, I'm completely okay with staying at the lab." He reasoned but you quickly hush him.

"Nope. That is no way to treat a person. You deserve your own room, okay? A room that you can fill with your own stuff and decorate with your own preferences. End of discussion." You sassed as you fix his charging port into place. Sunghoon blinked at you, unable to express how grateful he is of how kind you are to him.

"She wants to treat me like a real human being." He thinks, his mechanical heart overwhelmed with gratitude.

Days went on with a routine, with him cleaning all day and you attending online classes. There were occasional bumps in the road, with you getting annoyed with how much of a neat freak he is and him getting irritated with how lazy you are at taking care of yourself. You've also taught him how to watch tv, deciding not to let him use the internet yet because he might gain too much unnecessary information online.

And so on a saturday night, you sat together on the couch as you watched figure skating competitions. Sunghoon was at complete awe the whole time, studying how the skaters moved through the ice.

"I want to skate too." He states absentmindedly, attention still on the television. You smiled, thinking how it was the first time he actually said he wanted something.

"Then let's do it, let's go skating tomorrow." You say, his head immediately shot to you.

"What, really?" Sunghoon asks in disbelief, his eyes widening.

"Yes, really. Although I'm warning you, I don't know how to skate." You laughed, with him chuckling as well.

"Then we'll learn together." He promises.

What a total lie that is. He didn't need to learn, as you watched him move swiftly against the ice, the wind in his hair as he circled around, his focused eyes twinkling in the fairy lights. He looked ethereal. You could have sworn there were tears there as you cheered him on like a proud momma. Ah, they grew up so fast.

People at the park also stopped to watch Sunghoon, whispering about how talented the young man is. His eyes caught yours, and you weren't sure if you were seeing things but you thought you saw him send you a wink and smile.

"The TV been teaching him things." You muttered, blushing but not from the cold. Sunghoon skates towards you, pulling you with him. You're eyes widened in fear.

"N-no Sunghoon I can't—" but he was already leading you through the ice, eyes never leaving yours.

"You can." He whispers, taking you by the waist as he spun you around. You giddily laughed as you threw your arms out, savouring the chilly air. You didn't even notice the people watching and cooing at you as some joined in as well.

That night, Sunghoon felt something he never felt before, and you in a long time. You felt happy.

"Say aaaah~" Sunghoon said as he fed you chicken soup. You caught a cold from skating yesterday and now you're wrapped in a super cozy blanket with Sunghoon worrying about you.

"You know I can feed myself right?" You said, swallowing the food.

"I know, but I just feel responsible because I was the one who wanted to skate. You got sick because of me, and that kinda defeats my purpose because I'm supposed to be keeping you healthy." He rambled. You roll your eyes at him.

"Colds are normal, okay? Besides, I haven't had that much fun in a while. Thank you for that, Sunghoon." You say, reaching up to tussle his hair playfully. He froze, cogs in his mind unable to process as something inside him stirred, but in a pleasant way.

--

"So you dance while rubbing your body on a stranger?" Sunghoon questions, but he's not sure if he wants to know the answer. Tonight, you wore a simple black dress that teasingly showed a little bit of cleavage and a decent length of fabric that hugged tightly around your upper thighs but had a daringly high slit. Sunghoon approves and disapproves at the same time.

"Yeah, it's kinda like that. But don't worry, I won't be doing that. I'll just stay by the bar the whole time." You reassured as you struggled to put on your strappy heels. Sunghoon kneels down infront of you and helps you clasp the straps around your ankles, handling it very delicately. Your heart thumps as he looks up at you.

"Are you sure you don't want me to accompany you?" He asks for the fifth time as he follows you around the house like a puppy. You sigh, actually considering it. Although it was supposed to be a girl's night according to Yeonmi, you thought maybe having Sunghoon tag along wouldn't do harm.

But it did. It did harm to you, alright. And you wanted to harm those girls who kept on grinding their asses onto Sunghoon as slow, sexy music played. You were fuming, regretting dressing Sunghoon in such fashion that screamed big D energy. Why am I being so possessive? But then again, Sunghoon does look uncomfortable. I should go save him. Yeah, I'll do that.

"Hold my drink." You tell Yeonmi as you made your way to Sunghoon.

"You go girl! Get your man!" Yeonmi cheered drunkly.

Your train of thoughts were blurred by the alcohol as you struggled to walk straight. You had only one clear thought in mind: Sunghoon. I need to get to Sunghoon.

Sunghoon stood uncomfortably, eyeing the girls who rubbed their bossoms and derriere all over him. Is this supposed to be fun? He thinks innocently. He sees you walking towards him, swaying your hips side by side as you strode towards him like a predator.

Girls hovering around him going unnoticed as you were the only one he could see.

Stunning, beautiful. He thought.

"Hey handsome, care to dance?" You asked, pulling him to you before he could even answer. The girls spat at you, telling you to 'get in line' but you just shot them a smug look.

"Sorry ladies." Sunghoon apologized, but his smile told otherwise as he let you pull him away from them.

"You don't know how badly I wanted to get away from—" He froze in his spot as you wrap your arms around his neck, inching closer than ever before. You felt bold, but maybe that was just the alcohol in your system. And as you started moving your body against Sunghoon, you knew it wasn't just you who felt the heat. His large palms go down south, resting on your swaying hips as both of you moved to the sultry rhythm.

His mechanism was going nuts, threatening to malfunction as his sensors detected your very close proximity to him. Whatever you were playing, it was dangerous. But Sunghoon couldn't help but to want more, to desire more.

"Y/N." He whispers, and you look up at him with half lidded eyes. And damn did he find you so sexy right there, under the strobe lights. No girl in the club could ever compare.

"Home?" You suggested.

"Home." He agrees.

As you got in the cab, you immediately find yourself half straddling Sunghoon's lap as you attempt to kiss him. Luckily, Sunghoon can think clearer now and concludes that a drunk Y/N is a very horny Y/N. And though the thought that it was only the alcohol that made you want him made him feel sad, he knew it was wrong to demand such things from you.

And so with your futile attempts to get into his pants, he gently lays your head on his shoulder and hugs you to keep you still. But even that couldn't stop you from squirming to get away from his hold, trying to get some action. He chuckles as he held your hand tightly in his to prevent it from landing into his crotch.

"Now now, you have to stay put. I won't be taking advantage of your state." He scolds gently. And by the time the cab had stopped in front of the building of your apartment, you were fast asleep in Sunghoon's arms.

Times like these were when Sunghoon is glad he was made of aluminum. He scooped you up in his arms like a pillow as he walked up to your apartment. You snuggled up into his chest, looking so innocent as you soaked up his warmth. Sunghoon cooed about how adorable you are, talking to you in your sleep.

He placed you delicately on your bed, contemplating whether to change your clothes or not. He decided not to, noting how your privacy is important to you. You're too drunk and asleep to give him permission right now anyway. He took off your heels and wiped your makeup off very gently, and tucked you in properly.

Long minutes pass as he studies your face, stroking your hair softly as the corners of his mouth lift up unconsciously. He really loves taking care of you. He loves you.

This realization hits him like a truck of overwhelming emotions, but it all makes sense to him now.

"I love you, Y/N." He whispers, leaving a soft kiss on your forehead before retiring to his own room.

#enhypen au #enhypen imagines #kpop imagines #enhypen #enhypen angst #enhypen fluff #enhypen scenarios #enhypen smut #enhypen heeseung #enhypen jake #enhypen jay #enhypen sunwoo #enhypen jungwon #enhypen ni-ki #enhypen ni ki #enhypen niki #enhypen sunghoon #sunghoon imagine #enhypen android au #enhypen robot au

[moonlit-imagines]

Misbehavior (Part 1)

Jason Todd x batkid!reader

warnings:

a/n: tysm anon!!

prompt: anonymous: “Hello Lacey! Hope your doing great! Could I please request a bat family x batsis!reader where the reader is Kind of the middle child (I was thinking older than Damian but younger than Tim) and she’s always forgotten and in the back. Maybe some scenarios can be that no one listens when she talks or they forget to invite her to do stuff. So then one day she acts up in school like maybe punching someone for no good reason because she’s craving attention but instead of Bruce showing up to get her Jason shows up and he sees that she’s actually really sad and starts to question her until she tells him everything and maybe spills some tears and it ends with just Jason comforting her and cheering her up. Just some soft Jason for my soul! Also have a great day and I hope that you feel better and more motivated now after your break! 😘”

part 2

No matter what you did, none of your deeds went unnoticed. Good or bad.

You always heard how Dick was so independent, the one everyone should use as an example.

You always heard how Barbara could do it all, she never failed to impress.

You always heard how Jason was reckless, someone who needed to get his act together.

You always heard how Tim was such a prodigy, he was one of a kind.

You always heard how Steph was so determined, she had such amazing goals.

You always heard that Cass was perfect, they’d never change a thing about her.

You always heard that Duke was so strong, he’d never give up no matter what stood in his way.

You always heard that Damian was dangerous, a kid that needed to be guided.

But what about you? What did they hear about you? Nothing. No one ever spoke of you, they didn’t have the time. It seemed as if you were just unimpressive, there wasn’t one thing that needed to be mentioned. Stuck in the middle of a bunch of bats and birds, no way to stand out in the crowd.

Maybe not in a mask or a cowl, a dress or a suit, behind a computer or among the darkness, but there was one place you couldn’t be ignored...

You sat at your desk, picking at old tape with the tip of your fingernail. The teacher had nothing interesting to say, so what was the point of being here? What made Gotham Academy so special that you just had to attend this place?

The uniform was overkill, the classes went nowhere, the students were too preppy, and you didn’t have a single thing in common with anyone here.

Anger was starting to bubble inside you as you continued your internal self-loathing. Your mind was only focused on the negative, but it was shifting from school back to home.

No one was ever there for you, not even on patrol. You’d called for backup several times on missions and nearly lost it all when you had to go in alone. If it were anyone else, a teammate would have met them in a heartbeat.

Your plans were always overshadowed whenever you tried to set up a mission or even just a day off. You wanted cookies? Too bad, Tim wants brownies. You wanted to watch a movie? Too bad, everyone chose a TV show. It was the little things that irked you the most. Half the time, you never even got the memo.

And what about when you all come back from patrol with all sorts of injuries and Alfred comes to patch you up? Well, not you. He’ll run to check on cuts and scrapes. Meanwhile, you had a broken wrist and a black eye.

You’d finally run out of things to pick at around your desk which resorted in you tapping instead. There was a brief bit of zoning out as you remembered the time that Damian’s plan for evading Killer Croc’s attack was to push you in the way. Or the time that Jason hid his guns in your bed for reasons he didn’t care to explain. Or when Dick drank the last of the milk and didn’t tell you until after you poured your cereal. Or when Tim told you that you weren’t fit for the mission he had been planning. Or when Bruce blatantly ignored the story you told out of pure excitement, giving you nothing but a “sounds like you had fun.”

While you were in a horrible daze, you felt a hand on your shoulder that snapped you out of it faster than the Barry Allen. Without even evaluating the situation, your reflexes caused you to turn and twist your classmates arm backwards as he screamed.

“Hey! Stop, ow, that hurts! Stop! Stop it!” You processed his words too late and knew exactly what was coming next.

“Y/N L/N!” You teacher shouted as you drew your hand back. “Dean’s office. Right now.” Her sharp voice sent a chill down your spine, not even the Joker could do that. You’d be able to explain the situation pretty easily, you just didn’t want to make it worse. But there was one ankle that sent you off the edge. Another student tripped you on your way through the aisles, and that student caught a fist to the face. The audience gasped and shouting from your teacher ensued, but you didn’t listen, you’d take the punishment at this point. So you walked right out and headed for the dean’s office without so much as a hall pass.

“Mx. l/n? What’s this about?” Dean Williams was surprised to say the least, you’d never been sent in for discipline before. Was there a certain way to do this?

“Well, I zoned out and some kid behind me grabbed my shoulder, I accidentally twisted his arm.” You retold your story, the abridged version. “But on my way out I punched a kid in the face because he tripped me. That one’s on me.”

“...Well,” the dean frowned at his obligations, but had to go through with some kind of punishment, “I’m going to have to suspend you for physical contact with a student. I’ll call your father to come pick you up.” You shrugged and slouched back in your chair, giving up on any hope of talking your way out of this. It might as well just happen. You listened to the clicking of the buttons on the dean’s phone as he typed in the Wayne Manor phone number, obviously reaching Alfred almost immediately.

“Wayne Manor.” You eard his faint voice through the speaker.

“Hello, this is Dean Williams from Gotham Academy, may I speak to Mr. Wayne? I have his child in my office.” Your dean explained over the phone, peeking back at your for a split second. You were completely unbothered, it was baffling.

“Is it Damian?” You heard him ask, causing an involuntary eye roll.

“Y/N, actually.” There was a long pause before someone else picked up the phone. “Mr. Wayne, this is Dean Williams at Gotham Academy. I have y/n sitting across from me right now, they seemed to have gotten themself into a physical altercation with two separate students, I have no choice but to suspend them.” You heard a deep sigh over the phone, then the handheld piece was handed to you.

“Bruce?” You asked.

“Really? Fighting at school?” He sounded unimpressed. Nothing new, even when you do something new.

“Something like that. Whoops.” He hung up on you right after that, so you handed the phone back and told your dean, “Guess they’ll get me soon.”

“You call your father by his first name?” Dean Williams had nosily questioned.

“I’m adopted.” He obviously didn’t know you as well as your more troublesome sibling, it was time he just minded his business.

After a good thirty minutes of silent waiting while listening to keyboard clacking and papers flipping by the front desk, the office door opened, and to your surprise, it was one of your brothers.

“I’m here for y/n.” He mumbled, signing the piece of paper and showing his ID.

“Alright, Mr. Harper, I just have to check some paperwork really quick...” The receptionist went into your file and checked for your emergency contacts. “You’re all set. Now, y/n has been suspended for two weeks. I suggest you get to the bottom of their little ‘outburst’ before they’re able to come back to school.” It actually pissed Jason off to hear her say that.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” His sarcasm wasn’t subtle. “Come on, kid.” Your brother gripped your arm and led you out of the office, noticing your bitter expression that he couldn’t even rationalize. Was that normal? “So what happened. Bruce just told me to come get you.”

“Of course he did.” You rolled your eyes on the brink of tears, he didn’t even come to get you himself. Jason opened the car door for you and nudged you inside, slamming it once you were clear.

“You better have a good reason,” he warned as he started the engine, “I was in the middle of a poker game.”

“Oh, yeah, ‘cause I’m such an inconvenience.” You were starting to remind him of himself. That was never a good thing.

“Okay, my bad. I didn’t mean it like that.” Jason began speeding down the block, you’d never once seen him obey a speed limit. You’d think someone with a fake ID and a death certificate would want to avoid any run-ins with the cops, but Gotham was just one of those cities.

“Yeah, right.” You reached for the radio knobs and felt Jason’s hand wrap around your wrist.

“No music until you explain yourself.” You fell back into your seat to pout, muttering some curses under your breath. “I won��t tell Bruce or anyone. I swear.”

“I just zoned out. Reflexes.” You bluntly replied.

“What?” He still didn’t have any context to go off of.

“I twisted someone’s arm backwards. Honest mistake.” Jason knew there was more to this story. “But on my way out of the classroom, I punched this kid who tried to trip me. That was on him.”

“As much as I condone payback, you can’t do that at school.” He sighed. “You’ve never been sent home before. That I know of. So why now?”

“Yeah, you know, maybe that’s the issue? You couldn’t tell me if I’ve ever gotten in trouble before. None of you could. You couldn’t tell me a definitive thing about me. When’s my birthday, Jason?” He was at a loss for words. “That’s what I thought.”

“So this was all for attention?” Jason asked. “There’s a hell of a lot of better ways to go about that.”

“Tried them all, this one barely even worked.” You replied with a crack in your voice. “How come none of you care about me? Why am I always looked over? I’m just like the rest of you. I put on that stupid suit every night and kick ass, I get my job done, I get good grades, I’m resourceful, I’m special—” You’d let that last one slip in your rant to your older brother, it shocked him so bad he stopped the car.

“I know what you mean.” Jason stared straight ahead at the empty road. “I felt the same way when I came back. After everyone was used to me being back, it was like nothing ever happened. Bruce just went back to calling me careless, irresponsible.”

“At least you get noticed, Jason. Your identifiable.” You turned to him with a pained look and he risked his confidence to look you in the eye. Once he did, he couldn’t look away. It hurt him to see someone so familiar to himself have tears running down their face because they felt forgotten. No kid should ever have to feel like that. That was why Bruce took him in. That was how Jason became Robin.

“Fuck this.” Jason hit the gas and turned the car around. “We’re getting ice cream. Do you like ice cream? That’s a serious question.”

“I...I guess.” You were somewhat confused by his sudden literal change in direction.

“Good. You’re my kid for today, all my attention goes to you. I’m sure Bruce won’t notice if you’re gone for a few hours.” Jason’s jaw dropped at his last comment. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“No, you’re right and you should say it.”

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[mviswidow]

falling

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: cursing, alcohol

Prompt: i was wondering if i could request an imagine?? it’s kind of based off of harry styles’ song ‘falling’ whereas the reader accidentally admits she’s in love with wanda and wanda, having gone through so much heartbreak, pushes the reader away as she’s too scared to get involved with someone again, as all she’s known is loss. so, the two separate a bit until thor talks to her about it because he, too, has shared a lot of heartbreaking moments and shit and it’s not until she’s drunk (lyric: “I’m in my bed, and you’re not here 
And there’s no one to blame
 But the drink in my wandering hands.”) she realizes the mistake she’s made and goes to find the reader to tell them she’s in love with her too :(  IT’S SOME REAL ANGSTY SHIT BUT I FEEL LIKE IT COULD BE SO GOOD. LMAOO. <3 - @cierrascorpse​

Summary: R confesses her love for Wanda. Despite loving her back, Wanda pushes her away, but is convinced to go to R after the two of them have avoided each other for far too long.

A/N: this is my first songfic!! it’s ‘Falling’ by Harry Styles, in case you want to listen to it.

“You’re back!” You ran over to Wanda and hugged her, heart fluttering when she hugged you back tightly.

When you pulled away, she had a bright smile on her face even though she still looked sleepy. 

“Good morning, Y/n,” She chuckled, opening the fridge to get milk for her cereal.

You smiled and grabbed some fruit before sitting on the kitchen barstool and spinning around once or twice, “How did your mission go?”

“Eh,” Wanda shrugged with one shoulder and stuck her spoon in the bowl, nudging her cereal around.

“What happened?” You frowned.

“Nothing, I just made a mistake. Steve’s kind of mad at me,” Wanda sighed, looking up and seeing you with your eyebrow raised. She rolled her eyes, “I wasn’t paying attention and I almost got shot, I got lucky that Steve was watching.”

“Oh my god, Wanda, you have to be more careful.”

“I know, it was just an accident-”

“We don’t have room for accidents. You know better than to make careless mistakes,” You interrupted, shaking your head.

Her brow furrowed, it was weird that you were getting so worked up like this, “Yeah, I do know, and I obviously didn’t almost get shot on purpose, so if you’re going to be like this then I’d prefer you just back off.”

You scoffed as your eyebrows shot up, “Why are you being so defensive about this?”

Her voice raised, “I just don’t get why you care so much-”

“Because I love you!” 

Wanda’s jaw snapped closed and she noticeably swallowed before nodding, “I’m going to have breakfast in my room.”

“Wanda-”

“I don’t think us being friends is a great idea, Y/n,” She spoke softly, trying to keep eye contact for as long as she could.

Tears welled in your eyes and you pushed off the bar stool before making your way out of the kitchen, “Fuck you, too, then.”

---

From then on, the two of you didn’t talk unless absolutely necessary, which basically just meant missions and the occasional odd day where you had to talk to each other for something regarding the team.

It hurt. Really bad. Even looking in her general direction made you want to cry. The team wasn’t oblivious to the fact that there was something going on, they figured it out pretty quickly and it didn’t take long for them all to have found out what had happened.

You ended up spending a lot of time with Natasha. You were already close with her before Wanda rejected you, but you became best friends after the fact. 

Having to sit through meetings while sitting across from Wanda was excruciating. You willed yourself to get over her but she was constantly occupying your mind and you saw her every day, so that was pretty hard. 

Wanda also felt horribly about the situation. She’d never dated anyone before, and she loved you a whole lot, but she knew the last thing you needed was someone like her to come into your life in such a big way and leave mess in her wake.

Her heart raced when you took more than a few seconds to respond to comms and she always found herself looking around for you while out on the field, just to make sure you were okay.

Two months after Wanda had rejected you, the team was pretty fed up with the two of you. They obviously cared about your feelings but you were both way too distracted on mission and careless mistakes were happening more frequently.

That was when Steve gave Thor his own mini-mission of talking to Wanda.

He knocked twice on her door, which had her looking up from her book and opening the door with a swift movement of her fingers, “Thor,” Wanda smiled softly. “What’s up?”

“I wanted to talk to you, about Y/n,” He said as he closed the door, his usually loud voice now quiet and calm.

Wanda’s heart clenched and she bit the inside of her cheek, “Is she okay?”

“Oh,” Thor was now realizing that he might have made it seem like you were hurt. “Yes, she is- well, physically- I mean, it’s complicated.”

Wanda quirked an eyebrow up. The usual eloquent God of Thunder now stumbling over his words like anyone else, “This is about what happened between the two of us, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” He nodded and looked towards the edge of her bed. “May I sit?”

“Be my guest,” She nodded.

“Steve and I were talking about you guys, honestly, the whole team talks about you. It’s been hard to watch you guys like this, but we see the way you still care for each other. I know that you’ve been through a lot, Wanda. Losing family is harder than words could ever begin to describe, I understand that, but that doesn’t mean you don’t deserve happiness and that you can’t love the people you want to love. I see the way you look at her, we all do,” And eloquent Thor was back, apparently. “I just don’t believe you should let this pass you by. She’s a really special girl and she loves you a lot. I think you love her a lot, too, and I think you need each other. That’s all I wanted to say, I guess. I just hope you think about this more- maybe even talk to her when you’re ready, if you are.”

Wanda blinked away the tears in her eyes and nodded, “Thank you, I appreciate it.”

Thor left without saying anything else, and when the door closed behind him, Wanda pulled her pillow to cover her face and groaned. She laid there for a minute before getting up and walking to the kitchen in search of some kind of alcohol. 

An hour and a half later, she was laying on her bed in pajama shorts and a red hoodie that you’d given her for her birthday sulking.

She had half a mind to cry, but she didn’t really like drunk crying, and she was far enough into the bottle of vodka for her judgement to be impaired, but not enough to not acknowledge that drunk crying was the worst kind of crying. 

After months of being without you, she longed to be near you, to have fun sleepovers again, to sneak away from Tony’s parties to go up to the roof or to watch a movie, she wanted you to braid her hair and cuddle her at night and kiss her-

Before Wanda knew what she was doing, she set the vodka bottle on her nightstand and made her way to your room. She stood outside for a few seconds before knocking quickly so she couldn’t talk herself out of whatever she was about to do.

She could hear you laugh from inside your room, “Nat, did you leave something? You were here like- oh.”

Your smile fell when you opened the door and saw Wanda standing at the other side of it, “Do you need something?”

“I’m so sorry,” Wanda said, her voice breathy, her face flushed, that stupid hoodie that made her look adorable, and her hair tied back into a lose ponytail that was so messed up that it could probably barely even be called a ponytail anymore. But you could tell she was drunk.

You had to stop yourself from scoffing, “Well, you’re two months too late, Wanda.”

“I love you.”

“Don’t do this now,” You shook your head, tears now brimming your eyes. You didn’t want to put up with this when tomorrow things would be back to how they had been.

“Y/n/n, I’m serious. I love you so much,” And tears of her own threatened to spill. “I feel so guilty, as I should, but I just- I was really scared, and I thought that I was going to fuck things up for you, and that’s the last thing I wanted to do. I love you. I’ll say it a million times if that’s what it takes to convince you. I want us to happen.”

You sniffled and wiped away a tear that was starting to run down your face. All of a sudden Wanda was starting to sound really sober. “You promise?” Your voice broke, and you bit your lip, willing yourself to not make any noise.

“I swear to you that I love you,” Wanda smiled softly, bringing her hand up to cup your cheek, wiping away another tear that fell.

You leaned into her touch and closed your eyes for a moment before opening them and being graced by a soft smile on Wanda’s features.

“I would love to kiss you now but I want it to be good and not when I’m kinda drunk, so can I just sleep in your room tonight instead?” She asked hopefully, longing to hold you.

“Please,” You nodded and stepped forward, hugging her for the first time in two months. “I missed you so much.”

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[storiesbymads]

EVERYWHERE ( jj maybank . )

gif by @rudypankows

JJ can’t stand being away from his girlfriend and he’s finally figured out why. 

warnings: none this is just JJ being baby

wc: 1.1k

JJ had been pressed right up against your side the entire day. It started with him practically begging you to stay in bed with him-- which, of course, you were unable to do for very long-- followed by him sitting on the toilet and holding your hand while you brushed your teeth. He had even koalaed himself around you while you fixed breakfast. 

“J, I gotta run some errands. I’ll be back in like an hour,” you said, trying to untangle the boy from you so that you could get off of John B’s pull out. JJ just grunted out something incomprehensibly before shoving his face deeper into your lap and locking his arms around your waist. 

“Bubs, I gotta. I told my mom I would do them yesterday and I didn’t so…” you said as you ran your fingers through his blond hair. He groaned again before slowly sliding off of you to allow you to stand. Sometimes you were astounded that the boy was 16 years old. 

You grabbed your keys off of the coffee table that had been pushed to the side to accommodate the full size of the pull out and slipped on your slides before heading towards the front door of the chateau. 

“Wait!” you heard JJ shout from behind you accompanied by a series of small thuds and some rusting as he attempted to put his boots on as fast as humanly possible. You let out a soft giggle as he tripped over the coffee table on his way over to you, still trying to slip one of his boots on. “I’m coming with you.”

“You hate grocery shopping. Actually you hate running errands all together” You raised an eyebrow at the boy-- who had finally managed to pull both boots on and was now slipping his muscle tank over his head. He nodded and mumbled an “uh huh” before interlacing his fingers with yours and leading you out the door to your car. 

It was a short car ride to the local store but JJ’s hand didn’t leave yours for a second. He even pressed a few kisses to the backs of your knuckles. Something’s happening with him but you just couldn’t pinpoint what. 

“C’mon baby. We better make a start unless you want to be here after sunset,” you said as you shut off the car engine. He was quick to kiss the back of your hand one last time before allowing you to get out. You watched him jog around the front of the car to join you, re-lacing his fingers with yours the second he made it to you. 

“Are you okay?” you asked. He was never this affectionate and it was starting to freak you out a little bit. 

“I’m doing great. Just happy to be with you.” He punctuated the sentence with a chaste kiss on your cheek. You left JJ for a minute-- much to his disappointment-- to grab a shopping cart before pulling out the makeshift grocery list you’d made on a sticky note the day before. 

“Alright. Can you go grab the milk while I go get…” you squinted as you tried to decipher the scribbles. “The red beans and rice mix?”

JJ’s bottom lip stuck out slightly as he said, “Why can’t I just stay with you?”

“Because if we split up we can get this done faster and head to my place.” You pecked his lips once. Then again for good measure. 

“Fine,” he groaned and you giggled as you watched your toddler of a boyfriend stomp to the back of the small grocery store to grab the milk. You continued on with your grocery shopping, finding the red beans and rice mix as well as a few other things on the list, until you felt your phone buzz in the back pocket of your shorts. 

Baby

Where are you? :(

My angel

Aisle 3 bubs

You pocketed the phone before continuing down the aisle and looking at the various cereals and breakfast bars. A few seconds later you saw JJ jogging down the aisle with a half-gallon of milk. 

“What took you so long?” you asked as he placed it into the somewhat empty cart. He noticed the box of frosted flakes you had picked up and felt his smile grow slightly. No one in your family liked frosted flakes. Just him. 

“Well first of all, you didn’t tell me which kind of milk you wanted so I just had to try and guess which one I remembered seeing in your fridge. And second, I couldn’t find you after I got it,” he said as he waved his phone in the air, gesturing to the text he’d sent. 

“Well, you did perfect. I just need to get some cokes and then we can go,” you said with a smile. 

About 45 minutes later, you had arrived at your house and were --attempting-- to put away all the groceries. JJ had given up the second you walked through the door and had taken to wrapping every available appendage around you for the second time today, making it very difficult for you to try and maneuver around your kitchen. 

“JJ,” you chuckled as he started tapping on your belly with his fingers. It was already taking you twice as long to do anything without the added distraction. 

“What?” he asked, although it was muffled by your hair. 

“If you just give me ten minutes to put everything away I swear I will sit and cuddle with you for the rest of the night,” you sighed as JJ unwound himself from you. “Please and thank you.”

“Only because you asked so nicely,” he said. 

“Okay, I’m done,” you said after two or three minutes, though you knew it would’ve taken you ten if you let your boyfriend stay. 

“Finally, God,” he groaned. You saw him sprawled out on the couch making grabby hands at you as you entered the living room. You smiled at him before laying down and allowing him to pull you into his chest with a content sigh. “All I wanted today.”

“You wanted to be with me?” you asked as you felt your cheeks heat up. 

“I want to be with you everywhere,” he admitted as he began tracing small circles onto your shoulders. You felt him tense up slightly as his breathing picked up. 

“What’s wrong?” you asked and attempted to sit up only to have him pull you even closer to his chest. 

“I’m in love with you,” he said. Your heart started beating erratically as butterflies fluttered in your stomach. “And I think I just realized it but I guess I should’ve seen it sooner since Pope has been ragging me about it recently.” 

“I’m in love with you too, J,” you mumbled into his shirt. 

“God, I’m so in love with you,” he said again. 

This is the fourth installment of my song series. You can find the rest as well as any of my other works on my masterlist!

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[taestefully-in-luv]

The Island | KTH (Two)

Summary: You’re just two strangers waking up in a room on a lonely island where a company in the business of love has placed you. They believe that thanks to their in depth research you two are destined soulmates. What happens when your ‘soulmate’ and you want nothing to do with each other but falling in love is the only way to leave?

Pairing: Taehyung x Female reader

Genre: strangers to lovers, very slight enemies to lovers, soulmates au, roommate au, slow burn, fluff, smut, angst, slight crack, and drama.

Word Count: 10.4k

Warnings: swearing

Notes: Hi everyone! Here’s ch2 of the new story, hope you guys like it. let me know if you want to be added to the taglist, or send an ask if just want to chat!:)

Taglist: @ggukkieland @monvieesdaebak @707sblog @peacedreamer14 @dopedreamfireparty @everythingnamjoon @taebae19 @typicalgenzworld @mooniyooni

© taestefully-in-luv

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You don’t think you have ever been this bitter in your life—and you have a few things you can be bitter about. You could honestly make a list. But this? This is the ultimate bitterness and you hate it. It is driving you absolutely nuts! You’re alone with a man on an island…that’s lonely enough, right? Well, said man doesn’t even want to talk to you…that makes it ten—no, a million times more lonely. And you have every right to be bitter about that. So, yes maybe you are being a little petty when guys do interact.

It’s not like you are trying to purposely be petty, no, it’s not like that. You just can’t help your smart ass mouth or how childish you can become. Taehyung doesn’t seem to mind completely though, he just has his own smart ass comments or he becomes childish himself. It’s a horrible mix! Neither of you win! And you always want to have the last word but with Taehyung as your opponent it’s almost impossible.

“Maybe if you weren’t always following me, they would have sent us home by now.” Taehyung states bitterly as he puts his slice of bread on top of his now made sandwich.

“I’m not following you.” You roll your eyes, “I have to eat too.”

“You can’t wait until I’m done?”

“You look pretty done to me…” You point at his sandwich and he scoffs.

“I still have to eat it.”

“Eat in your room for all I care.”

You and Taehyung are getting along just fine…maybe not swimmingly but like, fine. It’s been a couple weeks and you have mostly stayed out of one another’s way but it’s moments like this that you end up interacting.

“I think I’ll eat at the table, thanks.” He grabs his sandwich and makes his way to the dining room table, sitting down with a thump. He aggressively picks up his sandwich and takes a bite while showing you a smart ass smile.

“Fantastic,” you state, “Me too.” You finish pouring milk into your cereal bowl and set it back inside the fridge. You dramatically make your way over to the table as well, giving him a wide grin as you sit down in front of him. You slightly slam your bowl down on the table, some milk dribbling over the edge of the bowl and Taehyung snarls.

“Great, you’re making a fucking mess.”

“If you went up and ate in you room you would have no idea about this mess.”

“But you still would have made this mess?”

“Ignorance is bliss, Taehyung.”

“You’re such a…” he stops, setting his lips into a firm line and you lean your head forward, clearly curious about what you are.

“Such a…?” you blink at him repeatedly and his lips curve upward into a charming smile.

“A fucking brat.” Taehyung grabs his sandwich again and takes an obnoxious bite while grinning and you give him your best annoyed eye roll.

Okay, maybe a little less than fine. This company has got it all wrong! All. Fucking. Wrong. You two are barely getting along! It’s just eye roll after eye roll, smart ass comment after smart ass comment. That’s it. That’s the relationship. Taehyung barely spares you a glance throughout the day. You do your own thing and he does his. You won’t lie though…you are curious what he gets up to…the last week he has left the house and doesn’t come back until sunset…and he comes back sweaty and exhausted.

You want to ask what he does, you do, you really do. But something tells you he wouldn’t even tell you even if you begged. And you’re not about to beg for this asshole.

So, you guys keep to yourselves save the occasional breakfast/lunch/dinner run in. While he does god knows what, you have also been trying to keep yourself busy. You have recently learned to cook a couple meals, nothing too fancy but you feel proud. You play a lot of games, read a lot of books and watch a lot of movies.

But to put it simple—You’re bored. Fucking bored. You miss human interaction. You hate to say it but your food run ins are mostly on purpose at this point…you just want someone to chit chat with for a few moments even if its unpleasant conversation—because hey! At least it’s conversation.

You and Taehyung eat in silence after your little convo, he and you share strange eye contact…you call it strange because it’s more like he glares at you and you glare at him. Your eyes never leave one another. You feel like he’s trying to cast like, black magic on you, maybe something where if he glares enough you will burst into flames. You assume this because that’s exactly what you’re doing.

“Stop looking at me.” Taehyung finishes his last bite, wiping his mouth clean with a napkin.

“You stop looking at me.” You fire back and he sighs, folding his arms across his chest.

“Why would I look at you?”

“Why would I look at you?” you mock, shoving a spoonful of cereal into your mouth and Taehyung squints at you.

“Oh yeah, real mature y/n.” His lips curl inward and he relaxes his arms at his sides as he stands from the table.

“I’m going to my room now.”

“You literally don’t have to announce everything you do.” You raise the bowl to your lips and drink back the leftover milk. You don’t want to look at Taehyung’s expression, you know you’re being ruder than usual. You’re just bitter. Yeah, pretty god damn bitter. You hear Taehyung release a long breath, and you’re starting to think he’s right, maybe you are a brat.

“Goodnight y/n.” he says much softer than you were expecting.

Yeah, maybe you are a brat.

~~~~~~

You’re snuggled up on the living room sofa, the TV plays some cartoon movie you found on the shelf (obviously one of his picks). The movie is on a low volume as you have a book in your hands. You just started it this morning and you have not put it down, it’s called The Roommate, a funny and sexy novel. Too bad your own roommate is nowhere near funny nor sexy. Okay, maybe he’s a little sexy. But his attitude is the opposite of sexy so therefore he isn’t sexy. Yeah, totally. Whatever you have to say to yourself, right? It’s evening now and you’re almost done with the book, you have hardly taken a break from reading. This reminds you of your last memories before the island…the night before you were…kidnapped. Yeah, kidnapped. That’s how you would describe it.

The night before you were like this…snuggled on your sofa in your parent’s house…

“All I’m saying is it doesn’t seem like you’re trying that hard to—”

“Honey, relax.” Your dad cuts in. Your mom is going on and on again about how you still haven’t found another job.

“Relax? Our daughter suddenly left her job and moved back to town!” Your mother throws her hands up, “And she won’t even tell us why!”

You sit here, your knees to your chest as you read your book. You try your best to ignore your mother…you two have rarely ever seen eye to eye. If you told her why you “quit” your previous job and why you had to move back home she would probably find a way to blame you.

“She will tell us when she’s ready.” You hear your dad whisper to your mother. “Don’t push her, you know that makes it worse…”

You can’t help but nibble on your lips, starting to feel the anxiety build. You try to focus on the words on the pages in front of you but they’re beginning to become blurred.

“Oh what is she 5 years old? You treat her like a child! She’s an adult she can handle a little confrontation.”

Your eyes lose focus on the words in front of you, instead all you see is blurred vision thanks to the tears that try to visit.

“I’ll be going to sleep now.” You announce, closing your book and setting it on the end table next to the sofa. “Goodnight.” You grab your phone and stand from your place on the couch. Thankfully, your dad offers a soft ‘goodnight sweetie’ and your mom just nods her head.

You make your way down the hall to your bedroom, opening and closing the door quickly. You lean back on the bedroom door and sigh out, blinking away any tears that tried to appear. You won’t cry. Not again. You feel your phone buzz in your hand, startling you. You unlock your phone to see who messaged you when you see it lit up with a notification from him. You feel your whole world collapsing. Why the fuck is he messaging you?

You stare at your books pages, in deep thought as you recall your last night before the island. You don’t want to remember honestly. You shake your head, ridding yourself of your thoughts when the side door opens in the kitchen. It’s Taehyung. He’s sweaty and clearly exhausted again…what the hell does he do outside for so many hours?

“Hi.” You say, looking up at him from your book. Wait. Why did you greet him?

“Hi…?” Taehyung is just as surprised as you are, with his wide eyes and open mouth. He scrunches his brows together as he eyes you. He gives you a small wave, confusion written all over his face as he begins walking through the entry way and heading upstairs.

You sit here embarrassed as hell. Why did you say hi? And why was your voice so high pitched? You turn red, redder than you probably can imagine. You drop your face in your book and groan, wishing you didn’t say something as simple as ‘hi’.

You have to remind yourself you two aren’t talking. That your roommate here at Casa de la Trapped, isn’t looking to become buddy buddy with you. Which sucks because you are human, you know, a social creature. What’s the harm in becoming friends? Sure you two banter, but you can tell he isn’t a bad guy. You just don’t get any bad vibes from him, in fact sometimes it seems like he’s forcing himself to be closed off.

You try to go back to your book when you hear a faint yelp from upstairs. Did Taehyung just kind of…scream? You sit here with your book, your ears in the direction of the stairs trying to listen for any indication that something is wrong. But it’s silent. You decide to go back to your book when you hear the noise of Taehyung running down the stairs. He is out of breath by the time he reaches you, standing next to the sofa.

You quite literally choke on your spit when you see him. This boy just don’t give a damn, huh? He’s standing here, trying his best to breathe evenly with nothing but a dark red towel hanging lowly around his hips. You gulp at the sight of him. You knew he probably had a nice body but you were not expecting this. His strong build surprises you, his soft, caramel skin glows even in this lighting and his muscles flex with every movement.

“Uh,” you begin, setting your book down again, “Can I help you?”

“As a matter of fact, yes.” Taehyung rushes to say, he sounds much different than usual. His voice is usually calm and deep but right now it’s panicked like a child.

“With what?”

“There’s a spider in the shower, I need you to take care of it.”

“You want me to kill a spider for you?”

“Kill?” Taehyung brings a hand to his chest, a shocked expression on his face. “All life is precious, y/n.” he pouts. “Just get it and take it outside.”

You tilt your head and try not to laugh as you look at him…he looks bothered, that’s for sure. But god, what a baby. Can’t even take care of a small bug by himself.

“Fine. Show me where it’s at.” You rise from the couch, pointing at the direction of the stairs.

“Yes, yes. I’ll lead the way!” Taehyung walks quickly. He makes his way upstairs with you following right behind him. He leads you into the bathroom when he brings back the shower curtain to show you the spider.

“Well?” you ask expectantly. “Where is it?”

Taehyung turns to face you, his face as white as a ghost.

“It was just here, I swear.”

You roll your eyes as you fight back a grin.

“Sure, Taehyung. Are you sure you weren’t just trying to show off your body?” you shamelessly drag your eyes down his body and he goes red.

“W-Why—why would I do that?” he murmurs out, “Plus, I am sure you’ve already imagined what I look like without clothes.” He recovers quickly, a smirk making its way on his face.

“Not likely.” You say nonchalantly. “Well, if there’s no bug—”

“Wait! You don’t expect me to use this shower still, do you?” He looks panicked again, like a small child.

“Uh, yes?”

“The spider could be lurking anywhere! Let me use your shower.” He suggests, loving his own idea. You on the other hand, do not love his idea.

“Nah.”

“Nah?”

“Yeah, nah.”

“y/n…” He whines, “Please. I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” You raise a brow, a small smirk creeping on your face. “Okay, have breakfast with me tomorrow. And you actually have to talk to me.”

“y/n…” he warns. “You know we shouldn’t do that.”

“And I want 5 facts about you.” You stand your ground, your hands on your hips as you speak. “And I’ll give you 3 about me.”

“How is that even fair?”

“I’m the rule maker here, Taehyung.” You narrow your eyes at him, “Get used to it.”

Taehyung walks closer to you, his breaths reaching your skin.

“Oh y/n.” Taehyung’s voice goes low, “I definitely make the rules.” There’s a moment of strange tension as he stares down at you…then he’s speaking again. “If you only give 3 then I only give 3. That’s the deal.”

You stare up into his dark eyes and you struggle to swallow your own spit, he might only have a few inches over you but maybe they are a little intimidating.

“F-Fine. Use my shower.” You step out of his way and gesture towards your room. “See you at breakfast tomorrow.” You wink.

Taehyung rolls his eyes but this time it almost seemed playful and not overly dramatic. You don’t want to get your hopes up but when he’s not being closed off and frankly, rude, he’s really not that bad.

“Don’t get used to these types of deals.” Taehyung throws over his shoulder as he walks to your room. “Basically, don’t get used to me.” He says a little quieter, but you still hear him and you frown.

“Like, I would want to!” you yell out.

Taehyung does not want to leave this shower, ever. He’s almost kind of bitter that he let you have this room! You get the awesome rain shower and he’s stuck with some plain, basic shower head in the guest bathroom. He eyes all the different bottles that sit on the shelves inside the shower, these must be all the bottles you use in your real life, he thinks. He grabs the shampoo and opens it to sniff it. He’s never gotten close enough to you that he can smell your hair but man, this is what you smell like? Delicious. He squirts a generous amount of the shampoo in his palm with an evil glint in his eye and massages it into his scalp. Whoops, did he just use your shampoo? Oh well. He rinses his hair out and uses your conditioner as well, but he doesn’t stop there. He uses your body wash too! It smells divine and its making his skin so soft.

Taehyung just knows that him using your shit would bother you, he just gets that vibe. And he’s not sure why but riling you up is quite fun. Taehyung turns the water off and grabs his towel and starts drying off…he steps out on to the shower mat and eyes the room as he dries himself. He sees you organized all your lotions and whatever other products onto the sinks counter top, he sees how empty “his side” of the sink is. It previously held all his belongings that he had moved into his bathroom—the guest bathroom.

“Are you almost done in there?” He hears you knocking on the door. “I want to take a shower before bed!”

“Yeah, yeah.” He whispers out, “Hold on!”

Taehyung wraps the towel around his hips again and goes towards the bathroom door, he stops to check himself out in the mirror before opening the door.

“I’m all done, cry baby.” He rolls his eyes and you secretly hope they get stuck like that for how much he does it.

“Me, the cry baby? You wouldn’t even use your own show—”

“—anyway, bathroom is all yours.” He breezes past you, but stops before exiting the bedroom. “Um…” he turns around, “See you in the morning.” And then he’s walking out.

~~~~~~

You made eggs, bacon, pancakes, and have fresh fruit in a bowl all set up on the dining room table. For some reason you are too nervous to call out for Taehyung and let him know that breakfast is ready…you know, 30 minutes ago. You just patiently wait, sitting here tapping your fingers against the wooden table.

Another 20 minutes pass by when you hear faint footsteps from upstairs…he must now just be getting up, you think. You rush to reheat up some of the food before he makes his way downstairs. You set the bacon, eggs and pancakes back down on the table and make yourself busy like you haven’t just been waiting for almost an hour.

Taehyung finally walks through the kitchen, his face evident with sleep and his hair sticking out in all directions. He blinks at you lazily before his eyes widen in panic.

“B-Breakfast. I forgot—”

“It’s okay, I just finished.” You cut him off with a strained smile. “I see you like to sleep in.”

“Most days, yeah. Because I go to bed so late.” He admits sheepishly. Then he smirks. “Can that be fact number 1?”

“I’ll allow it.”

“Oh, you’ll allow it? How gracious of you.” Taehyung takes a seat at the dining room table and he starts with grabbing two pancakes from the pile and setting them down on his plate.

“You cooked all of this?” He asks, surprised.

“No, the other people who live here did it.” You deadpan.

“Always a smart ass.” He says while pouring syrup all over his pancakes, “Aren’t you going to sit down?”

“Right…” you make your way to the table and take a seat in front of him. You start with some pancakes as well, waiting for him to finish with the syrup so you can pour your own generous amount. He notices you waiting, his eyes finding yours and the corner of his mouth twitches into a sort of half smile. He slides the syrup across the table and your hand goes out to grab it, your fingers touching his.

“S-Sorry.”

“Sorry.”

You both get out at the same time. You stare at one another for another few seconds before Taehyung rolls his eyes,

“Big deal, our fingers touched. No need to get weird.” He chuckles, and you feel your heart feel all fucking weird.

“Anyway,” you clear your throat, “What’s fact number 2?”

Taehyung takes a bite of his pancakes and moans into the syrupy mess, his eyes finding yours again.

“Oh? You’re greedy for information.”

“I’m a little greedy.” You admit, “So?”

“Fact number 2…I’m almost 5’11.”

“So you’re 5’10. Just say you’re 5’10.”

“But I’m not just 5’10. Because I am almost 5’11.” He groans, “Can’t you just humor me here?”

“Okay Mister 5’11.” You laugh, “My fact number 2 is that I have one older sister.”

Taehyung nods his head, remembering the picture of you and some other girl that you looks a lot like you.

“I see.” He swallows his food, “So you’re the baby of your family?”

“Yes.”

“Yeah, I can tell.” He smirks at you, “You have that baby of the family vibe.”

“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?” you give him a curious look and he looks at you like you can’t be serious.

“Because you’re…you know,” he gestures towards you with a knowing look and you scoff.

“No, I don’t know.”

“Brat.” He states simply. “Because you’re a brat.”

“Whatever.” You grab for some eggs and bacon, and Taehyung does the same.

“So, what’s fact number 3?” you ask, piling some eggs onto your plate.

“Already want the last fact? We are barely just eating.” Taehyung points out. He shovels some eggs onto his own plate once you are done, and sticks a piece of bacon into his mouth.

“Greedy, remember?” you remind him with a smirk. “So?”

“I’m sure you already gathered this but…I’m an aspiring musician.”

“I figured you were…that, or an artist.”

“Art is just a really fun hobby for me.” He admits. He loves to paint but singing and making music is where his true passion lies.

“What’s your last fact?” he stuffs his face with another piece of bacon, you watch him as he eats the crispy meat.

“Umm…” you look up at the ceiling as you think, “I used to think I looked bad in sun glasses but then I got over that…so now I buy any cool, funky sunglasses I can find.”

“That’s a really random fact.” Taehyung chuckles, “I like cool, funky sunglasses too.”

“Wow, are you saying we actually have something in common?” you tease, bringing a forkful of eggs to your mouth.

“Don’t get used to it.” He says dryly. “Since we said all of our facts, I guess I can go now.”

“You’re not going to finish your food? Taehyung…” you place your hands on the table. “They’re not going to assume just because we are talking that we are falling in love for Christ’s sake.”

“Don’t want to give them any ideas.” Taehyung says a bit harshly. Your face falls into a frown and you stand from the table.

“You can finish your food. I’ll leave.”

Taehyung blinks up at you and opens his mouth to say something but he remains quiet. You shake your head at him and walk off into the living room. If he wants to continue this “Little to no interaction” thing then so be it!

Taehyung sits here with his appetite lost. He holds his fork in his hand out in front of him and attempts to cut into his pancakes when he just gives up. He drops the fork onto the table and sighs out.

“y/n…” he calls out but you ignore him. “y/n!”

“Don’t talk to me.” You say with as much attitude you can muster and Taehyung silently mocks your words. He grabs his fork and aggressively cuts into his pancakes and takes a bite.

“Fine by me!” He yells out with his mouth full.

“You’re so annoying!” You groan and Taehyung silently mocks your words again but you can’t see him.

“And you’re a brat!” He says stuffing his mouth with another slice of pancake.

Great. For a moment there you thought you two could almost get along but he is set on this bullshit of not talking. You walk to the shelves in the living room and choose a new book, another romance novel. You take a seat on the couch, and curl up into a blanket. Taehyung can do whatever he wants! You’re going to enjoy your book and forget all about his annoying ass.

~~~~~~

Taehyung is finally dressed into some shorts and a sleeveless shirt as he makes his way out of the house. He is going to continue working on his little…project. You are probably wondering what he gets up to everyday, he thinks.

He is working on building a raft. He wants to escape this island but he doesn’t know how to build a fucking raft and this company didn’t necessarily give him the tools to escape. But he’s figuring it out. He is quite literally breaking tree branches and going from there. But it is taking time but apparently he has all the time in the world. 3 months? 6 months? A year or even more? He releases a long breath as he walks the path to where his “raft” is. If anything it’s just nice to get out of the house and breathe the island air. This whole thing kind of just gives him something to do and he knows this may not really work but he’s got to try. He’s a man of action after all.

He finally sees his “raft” chilling against a tree close to the beach and he walks up to it. Already feeling frustrated just looking at the pathetic thing. He has to make it big enough for two people…he isn’t an asshole, he doesn’t plan on escaping by himself, leaving you here.

He goes to his knees and holds it up, he feels his frustrations bubble over and he throws it to the ground. How the hell is he supposed to escape with this shitty thing?

He slams his eyes shut and sinks into the sand. He wants to go home. Things aren’t easy here…he can’t sleep. He is surprised he’s eating as much as he is, and he has mostly bad interactions with you. And he knows that it’s his fault. But he knows this is for the best but he can tell it’s not what you want. To be honest, this is actually really hard for him. He tries to come off as cold and closed off so you won’t take an interest in him but he’s dying! He wants to talk to you too! He is probably one of the most social of his friends! He has a lot of friends and he loves talking and hanging with them.

Taehyung feels his eyes become wet with hot tears and he grits he teeth together in irritation. He wishes he was home with his friends, with his family, with the girl he likes. He misses everyone so bad. He knows the night you two were “kidnapped” was the last day of the year, meaning they started this experiment January 1. He recalls his last few nights before the island…it was his birthday.

“No! I want him to open my present first!” Jimin whines and Taehyung can’t help the wide grin that adorns his face.

They’re all out at a bar, the music is loud and the alcohol is nonstop. Taehyung is surrounded by his closest friends, plus Hana—the girl Taehyung has been crushing on for the last year. She brought along a couple of her friends to this night out of celebration.

“He can open whoever’s he wants first…which is mine, right?” Jungkook hands Taehyung a box and Taehyung chuckles.

“Just for that, your two are going last.” Taehyung says, “How about I open Namjoon’s first since he planned this night?”

Namjoon gives the other two boys a cocky grin as he hands Taehyung a bag.

“Can I go after Namjoon?” Hana’s sweet voice is heard over the blaring music. She looks absolutely gorgeous tonight, her pink dress doing her a million favors. Not that she needs the favors, she’s always gorgeous.

“Y-Yeah.” Taehyung blushes, “But you didn’t have to get me anything…”

“Really? You practically yelled at us when you thought we weren’t getting you anything.” Jimin playfully comments.

“Shut up dude.” Taehyung grits out, “Anyway, let’s see what Joonie got me.”

The night went on, the music got louder, the alcohol kept on coming. Taehyung is so happy. Everything is perfect. He doesn’t think anything can ruin his good mood.

“Want to dance with me?” Hana’s words leave her pretty, pink lips and Taehyung finds himself nodding yes before he can even register what she said. He would literally do anything she wanted.

“Then come.” She waves him over with her small, manicured hand.

Hana and Taehyung end up on the dance floor for quite some time…he’s too drunk to be nervous like he usually is. His large hands grip at her tiny waist as he brings her in closer, she lightly moans when she feels his hard body against her.

“We should talk.” Hana breathes out, “About us.”

Taehyung’s eyes go wide, panic starting to make its way into his body.

“What about us?”

Hana chuckles lightly, she goes on her tip toes and places a soft, sweet kiss against Taehyung’s lips.

“Nothing bad, I promise.” She takes his hand and leads him outside the bar, out to a little patio. Taehyung has a huge smile on his face as he follows her outside…it’s not the first time they’ve kissed but he still can’t get used to it.

“You like me right?” she asks, pointing to herself. She’s got that sweet smile and Taehyung feels his nerves spiking.

“Yes.” He finally breathes out.

“Good. Because I like you too.” She admits, she closes her eyes for a moment, Taehyung spots the golden eye shadow that is painted over her lids. She opens her eyes again and he spots a sadness in them.

“But…” she begins and Taehyung feels his smile fade.

“But what?”

“No…it’s nothing.” She clears her throat, “You should take me on a date. And soon.” She giggles. Taehyung feels his smile grow and he nods his head.

“I would love to. We can—”

“Hey Tae!” Hobi’s voice cuts him off, “Yoongi says he just got off work and is on his way!!” He cheers happily. Taehyung turns to face Hobi and gives him a thumbs up before he’s spinning back around to Hana.

“Let’s go inside. We can discuss more on our date.” She smiles, taking his hand again.

“Sure.” Taehyung grins, his stomach doing a million flips. “Let’s go!”

Taehyung feels a few tears escape his closed eye lids as he sits in the sand. It’s too early to be in this state, Taehyung thinks. But alas, he can’t help it. He misses his life. This island put his life on complete hold. What if he’s stuck here for a year? Would Hana wait for him? It’s not like he’s expecting her to…but he thinks he would wait for her.

He stands to his feet, wiping his face of any leftover tears and he begins working for the day. He finds new trees with branches that would be easy to cut down and he resumes his little project. Hours and Hours go by and Taehyung is sitting on the beach’s sand and staring out at the water. He’s tired, he’s sweaty and he’s hungry.

Taehyung starts making his way back to the house now that the sun is setting. It’s pretty orange glow sets a relaxing mood and Taehyung feels grateful. He walks up to the side door that leads to the kitchen and watches you from the window. You look calm as usual and he feels himself feeling frustrated all over again…how are you so calm? He was having a meltdown on the beach earlier and here you are cooking dinner with a small smile on your face. He doesn’t understand you. Does this whole situation not bother you? No…he knows it has to bother you but how are you able to be so relaxed about it?

He opens the door and walks inside, startling you. You bring a hand to your heart when you see him but then visibly relax after a moment or two.

“You scared me.”

“Sorry.” He mumbles lamely. And then he’s walking up the stairs leaving you to your lonesome.

~~~~~

Month: 1

It’s been a month. A whole month! It seems Taehyung has gotten even more distant with you…no major interactions since you two had breakfast together. He keeps his comments to you brief in passing and he barely makes eye contact. You’re fed up. You’re lonely. You need interaction and you can’t always cater to him! He can suck it up for once and do what you want.

Feeling brave, you give yourself a pep talk in your bathroom mirror. That’s right, you are going to just go for it! You are going to demand that he hang out with you. You fix your hair in the mirror and nod to yourself. Yeah, you got this. You exit your room and stroll down the hall to his bedroom, once you are standing in front of it you lean your head against the door, your ear lying flat against it as you try to listen for him. The room sounds pretty quiet…maybe he’s sleeping? No, no. You’re just trying to find an excuse not to do this, aren’t you? Ugh, pathetic.

You raise your fist up and begin knocking on his door. You’re left with silence…you’re being ignored. So you knock again. And again. And ag—

“What?!” Taehyung swings open the door, revealing that he was indeed maybe sleeping. His hair is doing that funny thing where it sticks out in every direction and his eyes are barely open.

“This better be important.” He huffs out.

Suddenly, you feel a wave of shyness wash over you. You feel kind of bad you interrupted his nap…but you got to stay strong.

“Please hang out with me.” You blurt out.

“Huh?” Taehyung looks at you as if you’re crazy. “Not happening.” He quickly says.

“Just play a game with me, or maybe we could watch that movie…”

“I don’t want to do anything with you.” He raises his voice just the slightest and you flinch.

“Yeah? You think I want to do things with you? Like you specifically? Hell no! But I just want to do something damn it!” you flail your arms up, and breathe out heavily. “I am so fucking tired of always being by myself, it’s literally driving me insane.” You admit, you look off to the side as tears threaten to wet your eyes. “I am alone every single day. It has been a month, Taehyung? Did you know that? You’ve left me lonely for an entire month! I am going fucking crazy!” you bring your hands to your hips, “I have tried learning to cook all these god damn recipes as a way to distract myself but dude, I don’t even like cooking. I read all day too…I have all these imaginary book friends and that’s where I meet my social needs, isn’t that insane? Oh my god, I am going insane. And you?! How are you okay?!”

Taehyung is left speechless at your rant. He realizes that this loneliness is really getting to you…he admits he isn’t much better. But he kind of likes that you’re beginning to spiral. Is that mean?

“W-What game?” he juts out his bottom lip as his eyes slide to the side.

You stare at him with wide eyes as your chest heaves. You screw your eyes closed, and bring a hand to your head.

“What game?” you open your eyes to look at him, “That’s all you have to say?”

“What game y/n?”

You glare at him, huffing out deep breaths trying to calm yourself.

“Mortal Kombat.” You spit out, “I really want to kick your ass.”

Your fingers work the buttons on the controller as you test out every god damn combo you can…and damn it is working because you are on fire.

“You could have warned me that you actually know how to play…” Taehyung pouts.

“You should have just taken my word for it, you loser.” You continue to kick his ass in the game, you are pretty good at pretending his character is actually him.

“One more game, y/n.” Taehyung begs, “I will beat you!”

“You haven’t won even one match, Taehyung. Just admit you suck.” You chuckle darkly.

You press a few more buttons until you see the word ‘Fatality’ grace your screen, you stand up in excitement yelling out your victory, you laugh like a god damn maniac and he can’t help but chuckle. Taehyung throws his controller to the ground and pouts dramatically.

“I know what will make you feel better.” You turn to face him, calming down.

“Nothing will heal this wound, y/n.” He states, throwing the sofa’s designated blanket over his body.

“How about we watch that movie you like so much?” you offer with a smile but Taehyung goes stiff at your question.

“I think we should just call it for the day…” he looks awkwardly to the side and you slump your shoulders.

“Oh…okay.”

“Listen…it’s not you—”

“Just stop.” You hold your hand up, “You want nothing to do with me, I get it.”

“y/n…” Taehyung looks down at his hands…he does feel bad. It’s not like he didn’t have fun with you just now. He just wishes this was all different.

“I’ll be in my room—”

“Teach me how to make one of the recipes you learned.” He cuts in.

“What?” you ask, completely off guard. “What?” you repeat.

“I said,” Taehyung breathes out, “Teach me how to make one of the recipes you learned.” He’s not just trying to be nice…he’s also, you know, hungry.

You hate yourself because you light up like the sun almost immediately. You wish you were strong and you could tell him to fuck off but instead you become the god damn sun from how brightly you shine.

“Really?” you ask with the most hopeful eyes.

“Yeah.” Taehyung laughs, “Really.”

“You mean…you want to actually spend time with me?” you ask bluntly.

“I guess you can put it that way if it makes you feel better.” Taehyung rolls his eyes, but it’s in that playful way you only ever get to see so often.

“It does make me feel better actually.”

“Well, then.” He stands up and motions his hand towards the kitchen. “Shall we?”

“Are you going to be annoying the whole time?” you ask, “Or will you be serious about learning?”

“God, woman.” He rolls his eyes again. “I hope I annoy the shit out of you.”

“Oh, you already do.” You gesture for him to go to the kitchen first.

“You haven’t seen anything yet.”

“Somehow I believe you.” This time it’s your turn for the dramatic eye roll. “Now come on.”

“Oh my god. You aren’t even listening!” you yell out over Taehyung’s nonstop humming and whistling.

“I truly believe cooking is like an art, you know?” he continues to whistle some made up tune, “These instructions are like…a guide but you can kind of do what you…” he makes a fist with his hand and shakes it in front of his face. “… you want.” He finishes. “Yeah, these are more like suggestions.”

“Can we please just follow the directions.” You deadpan. “I want this to taste the way it’s supposed to!”

“You’re no fun.” Taehyung says nonchalantly. “Cooking should be fun.”

“Cooking is so we can eat.”

“These dumplings are going to taste fine, y/n.” He assures you with a grin.

“You say that but…” you look at his pile of failed dumplings. “But…” you show him with your hand the absolute mess he’s made.

“Your point?” He raises a single brow and you scoff. There’s no way he is serious, absolutely no way.

You notice Taehyung is staring at you, his eyes look everywhere but your eyes and you start to feel nervous under his gaze. He has one of those dark, intense gazes that you just can’t shake off your mind.

“What?” you finally ask. “Something on my face?” you joke.

“Actually, yes.” He blurts out. “So much flour.”

“Oh.” You start to turn red with embarrassment, “Where? Here?” you point to various spots on your face with a towel and he just shakes his head.

“No, there.” He points but you still miss it.

“Just clean it off me!”

“You want me to touch you?”

“Yes, please touch me.” Then your eyes expand in size. “Wait, that sounds wrong.”

“You have a dirty mind, y/n.” Taehyung shakes his head again, “You’re just all kinds of dirty.”

“Oh my god, stop.” You look at him with your flustered as hell face, your face is probably redder than ever and it feels so fucking hot.

“Here.” Taehyung grabs the towel from your hands and begins wiping your face clean. “Your face isn’t dirty anymore.” He pulls his hand back, “But your mind still is, huh?”

“Will you just shut up?”

“Will you just shut up?” he mocks how you usually would and you roll your eyes. Hard.

“Doesn’t feel good does it?” He teases, “Getting a taste of your own medicine.”

“Can we please just focus on this recipe?”

“Fine.” He breathes out, “Except I will ignore this recipe completely and do what I think my ancestors want me to do. They whisper in my ear that these need more garlic.”

“You are so annoying.”

“You are so annoying.”

“Okay, I get it, Taehyung.”

You reach behind you and untie your apron and place it on its hook by the pantry. You walk over to the dining room table and take a seat.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Taehyung quirks a brow as you rest your head on the table.

“Resting. Letting you do all the work. You can cook from now on. I give up.”

Taehyung shakes his pointer finger at you and walks your way.

“Oh no, no, no.” he grabs on to your arm and begins dragging you up. “This was your idea so we are cooking together.”

“Uh, actually this was your idea.”

“Oh.” Taehyung’s mouth hangs open as he realizes how true that is. “Not one of my better ideas…” he admits.

“Oh? Do you usually have good ideas?” You make your snarky comment and Taehyung let’s go of your arm.

“Usually the best.” He says, a cocky smile making its way on his stupidly handsome face.

“I don’t believe that for a second.”

“Well, you don’t know me.”

“Oh? And whose fault is that?” You jab at him and he visibly deflates.

“You know 3 things about me actually.” He gives you a half smile.

“All I remember is that you’re almost 5’11.”

“Well, that one was the most important. So your head is in the right place.”

Taehyung doesn’t realize it because you didn’t say anything but his face is full of flour as well. You stare up at him and start to laugh. Taehyung looks at you, confused. An adorable pout forms on his lips as he begs you to tell him what’s so funny.

“Your face.” You point at him and his fingers go to touch his skin.

“Clean me.” He commands. “I cleaned you, it’s only fair.” He points out.

You nod your head and walk towards the counter to grab the towel, Taehyung follows closely behind you. You turn around quickly and your chest bumps into his.

“Oh sorry.” He says while scratching the back of his neck, “I got too close.”

You nod lamely, but neither of you step back. Maybe expecting the other to do it? You decide to ignore that and you reach up to clean his face. He has flour everywhere. No joke. This dude is messy. You kind of laugh as you wipe his face clean, he can’t help but laugh too. His breath mingling with yours as you two giggle.

“We are kind of a mess.” He admits, his tone is soft—almost shy. You slow down the patting on his skin and you gaze into his eyes for a moment. They’re dark. They’re powerful. You feel yourself getting lost in the moment when Taehyung clears his throat and you bring your hand back down.

“There.” You say, “All done.”

“Should we finish cooking?” Taehyung grins down at you.

“I don’t know, what do your ancestors say?”

“They say you’re a smart ass.”

~~~~~~

“Do you think we could…we could do this again?” You and Taehyung are standing outside your bedroom door. Why did Taehyung walk you all the way to your door? The world may never know.

“Do what exactly?” he asks as he sways back and forth in front of you

“Play a game…or cook dinner…or you know just hang out.”

“Maybe… once a week we can play a game or watch a movie or something…” he gets out awkwardly.

“Wow, you’ll grace me with your presence once a week?” you roll your eyes, “How generous of you.”

“Listen…” Taehyung looks at you more seriously, “I know social contact is important for like, our mental health or whatever. But we shouldn’t push it.”

“You’re so…”

“I’m so what?” Taehyung steps forward and you gulp.

“So unfair.” You whisper. Taehyung bows his head down, he feels like he is shrinking. Because you’re right, he is being totally unfair. But he thinks this is the right move, the smart move.

“Y/n…” he sighs, “I’m doing this so we can leave.”

“And what if your little strategy isn’t working? It’s been a month Taehyung.” You point out, “And we’re still here.”

“I know, I know. Jesus, woman.” He breathes out, his dark eyes finding yours. “Look, they will get bored with us.”

“How can you be so sure?” you step forward. “What if we aren’t boring to them?” you whisper, your eyes staying on his.

“That’s why we should interact as little as possible.”

“Taehyung. No offense. But do you really think I want to interact with you?” you spit out, “I just need something, anything. I just need someone.” You step closer, “And you happen to be the only person here.”

Taehyung’s brows pinch together as he looks down at you, a frown decorating his face. He…he doesn’t want to be hurt by that.

“Once a week y/n. That’s all I can offer you.” He steps closer to you, his feet bumping into yours, “Don’t get greedy on me.”

You tilt your head up and chuckle,

“I told you I’m greedy though.” Your eyes stay on his, his piercing gaze causing you to shudder but you don’t break contact and neither does he. He’s challenging you, you can feel it. His eyes begin to narrow as he stares down at you, you wonder what he is thinking. He sighs out, his breath hitting your face and you blink up at him. You’re about to say something, anything when his tongue darts out to wet his lips. You mean to keep your eyes on his eyes, you really do but you don’t. You hate yourself for dropping your gaze down to his lips. He smirks as realization hits him.

“Goodnight y/n.” He says, his voice so deep and low it catches you off guard. Then he’s stepping away from you and heading towards his room, leaving you at your door. You release the longest, shakiest breath as you watch him disappear.

You open the door to your bedroom and walk inside, you wish you could yell out in frustration. You wish you could scream into your pillow and know for sure he can’t hear you. You wish you weren’t here.

You change into some sleep clothes and slide into bed. You pull the blanket up to your nose and kick your legs dramatically. This guy is so annoying! Why can’t he just not care and live life normally so you can be normal too! Listen, you aren’t fucking thrilled about this either. But you’re handling it a lot better than he is. Why is that…? Why are you handling this so well? Maybe it’s because your real life is a fucking mess and this truly is the vacation you needed. You know, you know how pathetic that sounds.

You close your eyes and try to sleep but memories of your real life keep hitting you. You hate this. You hate all of this. You’re lonely. You’re all alone. In this this life on the island but also in your real life. You’re so fucking alone. You feel tears prick your eyes and you let yourself quietly sob for who knows how long. You wish you had someone to lean on…just in general. But you lost all of your friends at work…you lost your boyfriend…you only have your parents and even they are fed up with you.

After crying tears after tears you decide you’re thirsty. You tip toe out of bed and make your way downstairs…the house is so quiet and dark. It’s relaxing and also depressing. You finally make it to the kitchen when you scream bloody murder. Sitting in the dark at the dining room table is Taehyung.

“Wow, y/n. It’s not next week yet.” He jokes. You quickly turn on the dining room light and look at him like he’s insane.

“You fucking scared me!” you exclaim loudly, “And why are you awake?”

“I have trouble sleeping…” he admits, he scratches the back of his neck and gives you a sheepish grin. “What about you?”

You step closer to the table and Taehyung’s eyes slightly expand. He notices your swollen eyes and puffy lips. Had you been crying?

“Hey…are you okay?” he whispers out, standing from his chair.

“Don’t act like you care so suddenly.” Your eyes slide to the side, “I’m fine.”

Taehyung looks down, guilt burying itself into his body. He looks up at you and tries to speak but he doesn’t know what to say.

“I just came down for some water.” You tell him. “That’s all.” You walk over to the fridge for the pitcher of cold water then you walk to the cabinet and try to grab a glass from the top shelf but you struggle. You huff out and close your eyes in frustration when you feel Taehyung’s chest on your back.

“I’ll grab it for you.” He says softly. He reaches for a glass and hands it to you, you take it from him and offer him a small thanks.

“See? That’s something only people who are almost 5’11 could do.” He teases and you look at him with a serious expression. You look down at your feet and sigh out before you let a giggle slip between your lips.

“Goodnight Taehyung.” You look up to study his face, and you see his smile fade.

“What?” you ask.

“Once a day.” He says. “We can hang out once a day. But that’s it.”

You feel your heart do something funny…you feel your tummy doing something weird too. You feel your entire chest get hit with a wave of….something.

“It’s fine, Taehyung.” You finally say after a quiet moment, “I don’t want to push you.”

“This isn’t for you.” He smiles, “I think I need the social contact too.”

“Well, no fucking duh.” You state with the roll of your eyes. “We can’t isolate ourselves…it’s so unhealthy.”

“I get it.” He breathes out, “So, I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“And every day after that until we’re out of this place.”

~~~~~~~~

The next couple of days you and Taehyung play some games or watch a movie together, just doing at least one activity a day. Just like he said you two would. Admittingly you do feel better about this arrangement. Not talking at all was a pain in the ass and terribly lonely. Sometimes Taehyung will come to the living room and play a game by himself while you read, just sharing a space without really talking, even after he did his one activity with you. You hate to admit how much you like that he does that.

It’s not like you want to get to know him specifically…but you would like to sort of know the person you are living with…that makes sense, right? It’s not him! It’s just that he’s the only person here…and you want a friend. Yes, you can admit you want a friend. You aren’t going to fall in love with the dude…you just want someone to talk to and hang out with. God, is that such a crime? Plus, you’re in no place for love. If the company truly knows you, with their “research” and all then they should know you are not ready for any type of romantic relationship.

You lay here on the couch, your legs hung over the arm of it while you stare up at the ceiling. It’s hot out today and this house happens to come with a lovely pool. The ocean is scary so no beach for you…but pool? Yes. You lay here, wondering what Taehyung is up to. He went out again today like he usually does, you wonder if you can ask him about it now…now that you guys aren’t on total terrible terms. Nah, you will wait a little longer before you ask. Instead, you rise from the sofa and head upstairs to change into a swim suit.

You have a lot of options, to be honest. This place did not lack on the clothing items! You decide on a simple dark green bikini, you try it on and decide you like the way it looks. A lot actually. Have you lost some weight? You guess the lack of fast food options has made you a little slimmer, and the amount of fresh food that’s available here. Plus you started lightly working out in the home gym, sweating a storm.

You head back downstairs and go to the back where the absolutely lovely porch is located…it’s a whole wooden deck. With a glamorous pool in the center and a hot tub off to the side. You wish you really lived in a place like this—not here, specifically. (For obvious reasons) You shrug off the towel that’s wrapped protectively over your body and make your way to the pool. You don’t know what you’re being self-conscious for…Taehyung doesn’t usually come back until sunset and it’s barely the afternoon.

You dip your toes in the water first…it’s pretty chilly but you handle it, dipping your body further and further into the water. You shiver just a bit before dunking your head underneath, letting the water consume you. You stay underwater, opening your eyes and staring at the blue nothingness.

“I love you.” He says for the first time, making you float on air. You knew he was going to say it soon, you could feel it but you were not expecting it here.

You two are sitting at Cozy Coffee, your favorite place to relax and read and write. You are in the middle of writing a very intriguing sentence when your fingers stop typing in reaction to his confession.

“You what?” you ask, a small smile adorning your face. “You love me?”

“Yes.” He reaches for your hand across the table, “But you already knew that, didn’t you?”

“I had a feeling.” You tease. “But I…”

“You don’t have to say it yet if you aren’t ready,” he squeezes your hand, “I can wait.”

“No!” you squeeze his hand back, “I…love you too.” You admit softly.

He brings his hand back, folding his hands together out in front of him and sighs out, his breaths escaping him softly.

“These past 6 months with you y/n…” he begins, “Have been the most wonderful.”

“They have been pretty nice, haven’t they?” you smirk. “Tell me your favorite part?”

“Any part where you’re naked, for sure.” He laughs and you gasp.

“Hey! Behave.” You warn with a smile and he keeps laughing.

“I’m serious, this is the best relationship I have ever had. You’re definitely the best girlfriend…all these other girls have been crazy.”

You frown at that, “Why crazy?”

“Ugh, you know how women can get.”

You don’t like the way he said that, you feel your smile twist into another frown.

“What do you mean?”

“It doesn’t matter. Because you aren’t like that. You’re different.”

You smile again, once again feeling special with his praise.

“Different how?”

“Jeez, you ask a lot of questions.” He half jokes. “I don’t know, you just are.”

The water is starting to sting your eyes as you continue to hold your breath, memories flooding you. This water isn’t the only thing trying to drown you. You finally squeeze your eyes shut and swim up to the surface, gasping for air once you reach it. You breathe out heavily as you try to catch a breath, your wet hair dripping down your just as wet face. You swim to the edge of the pool and lift yourself up on the ledge and sit with your legs still in the water.

Why do you have to think of him?

After an hour or so that passes and plenty of sun later you decide you’ve had enough of the day outside. You stand to your feet and grab your towel and dry off, draping the towel over your right arm. You’re still pretty wet you admit, but nothing crazy. You head for the house, walking through the back door. Once you enter the house the cool AC hits you, causing you to shiver but you decide a warm shower will solve this. You turn the corner in the hall to head upstairs when your body slams into another body. You run into Taehyung hard causing you to tumble over and fall on top of him.

Taehyung yelps out when he makes contact with you, his body falling to the hard tiled floor and he winces. You fall on top of him, your chest smooshing his face. Yeah, your boobs in his face. That’s what that fucking means. Your wet boobs in his sweaty face.

“What the hell?” Taehyung mumbles between your breasts, “Get off me.”

You’re quick to try to scramble off his body, your hands landing in all the wrong places as you try to lift yourself. He groans loudly when you make contact with his lower hips and his hands go to grab your wrists trying to stop you from moving around so much.

“Chill, chill.” He breathes out slowly, still holding on to your wrists. He makes his way out from beneath you and pulls you up by the wrists.

“I wasn’t this sweaty before you ran into me…” Taehyung observes, “How wet are you?”

“I wasn’t this wet until running into you. How fucking sweaty are you?!”

“Fair.” Taehyung says with a smirk, then he’s blinking at you. “You went swimming today?” he eyes you up and down and you immediately feel insecure under his intense gaze.

“Uh, yeah.” You take the towel that’s draped around your arm and go to cover yourself with it.

“Why are you getting shy now?” as sly smile draws itself on Taehyung’s face. “You didn’t seem this shy just a moment ago with your tits in my face?” he questions with a low voice.

“Oh my god, can we not bring that up?” you begin to blush and you hate yourself for it.

“Why not?”

“It was an accident first of all. There will never be a time again where my boobs are in your face.”

“Oh you’re making the company sad.” Taehyung pouts.

“Shut up.” You roll your eyes and Taehyung laughs. His laughter dies down though when he shamelessly eyes you again.

“Green is my favorite color.” He says while walking past you and heading upstairs.

You stand here, embarrassed as fucking usual. Your whole body warming up and you don’t even feel that cold AC any longer. You breathe in and breathe out. Taehyung is not making this stay very easy, is he?

~~~~~~

Month: 2

“Don’t you use that blue shell!” You scream at the air around you, your eyes concentrating on the screen ahead.

Taehyung smirks, working his fingers on the controller. God, he can really move his fingers. Wait, why the hell would you think that?

“Don’t tell me what to do!”

You are both totally immersed in your game, the finish line in sight. You jump to your feet in rushed excitement as the finish line is soon approaching. You need this win to tie with him on your ongoing competition in Mario Kart. You’re both oh so close, the anticipation rising. Like, honestly you might shit yourself. Taehyung also leaps to his feet, joining you at your side. Now you are both screaming at the screen, your throats will totally pay for this later. You are jumping up and down, yelling at one another , slamming your fingers on the controllers, harshly pressing down on the accelerator button. You can see it. Its literally right in front of you! AND you are ahead of him! The finish line! Your screams getting louder and louder…when…you are graced with a black screen.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” You yell in unison.

You turn to face Taehyung, the one you hate the most right now. Your eyes dark and your voice low.

“What did you do?”

“ME? I didn’t do anything!” He says accusingly.

“You must have! You knew I was going to win—”

“First of all, we don’t know that.” He cuts you off all matter of fact. So annoying.

You look at him incredulously.

“THAT’S IT! I’m going to strangle you!” Before you can take a step towards him to you know, kill him, the screen turns a bright white, catching your attention. Lucky dude. Your focus now on the screen, you look at it with your head tilted to the side. There are black letters at the top of the screen and you decide to read out loud whatever this caption says.

“Re…Request?” your eyes scan the word slowly. “Oh. Oh shit,” Your eyes go wide, you turn to face Taehyung, his expression mirroring your own. You had completely, like completely forgot about the ‘Requests’. It has been a couple months of silence so how could you not forget? You wonder if this company is finally ready to move …this…along. Whatever this is.

Only seconds pass before more black words appear on the screen. Your eyes stay on Taehyung though, too nervous to read what comes next.

Taehyung must realize you have no intention on reading anymore because he exhales deeply and faces the screen.

“Okay, here goes…” he begins, “The two subjects must…”

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[cherrykindness]

one spoon for two |

first of all, i can't make my first post in english without thanking those who helped and encouraged me to make this decision. thank you for everything @waitimcomingtoo, @harryhoney-bee and @parkers-gal 🧡

summary: you and peter share spoons and sweatshirts and are “secretly” in love with each other.

pairing: peter parker x stark!reader

warning: hi! english (obviously) is not my first language, so I ask for patience, im still learning <3

"Good morning." You said with a enviable morning good humor as soon as you arrived at the complex's kitchen, receiving distracted nods and murmurs from Bucky, Sam, and Natasha. Peter, on the other hand, received your greeting with equal enthusiasm.

"Good morning, Y/N." He replied anxiously, straightening the posture and removing his feet from the chair beside. "Do you want to sit here?" He asked quick and shyly, pretending not to notice Bucky and Sam narrowing their eyes across the table. "I-I mean, it's empty, but you don't have to if you don't want to."

You nodded, accepting the offer before sitting down next to the boy you used to call best friend, frowning as you noticed that your yogurt with granola was already prepared next to a spoon and a glass of milk.

"Did you do that?"

Peter agreed, feeling a warmth rise from his neck to his cheeks.

"Yes, I figured you would be tired after last night."

That answer was enough to capture the attention of the entire kitchen. Steve, who was walking through the door with an empty mug in hand, stopped as soon as he heard the phrase leave Peter's lips, widening his eyes as he struggled not to let the ceramic object hit the floor.

"What?" Bucky asked in astonishment, blinking rapidly as he looked away between you and Peter. "What did you guys do last night?"

You and Peter looked at each other in confusion, but before you could respond, Natasha pointed to your clothes.

"Is that Peter's sweatshirt?"

Steve's pressure seemed to have dropped at this very moment. With trembling hands and flushed cheeks, the soldier sat down on one of the chairs, hiding his face amidst inaudible murmurs.

"Tony already knows this?" Sam asked with his mouth full of cereal, looking at you both with disapproval.

"What should I know?"

Peter swallowed hard when he heard your father's voice, dreading the mischievous smile that grew on Bucky's face.

"That me and Pete spent the whole night watching Star Wars." You were quick to respond, causing Peter to let out a relieved sigh.

"So that's what the kids call it these days?" Steve whispered, looking more shocked by the minute. Natasha patted her friend on the back, offering consolation.

"The Spider-Baby said he made Y/N very tired last night." Bucky, playing the part of the devil on Peter's shoulder, repeated the sentence with slight alteration.

"I didn't say that." The boy with bright curls said in horror, shaking his head frantically as his face turned as red as fresh strawberries. "It wasn't like that, Mr. Stark."

"So explain it to me." Tony demanded with a serious face, crossing his arms over his chest.

The boy became an clumsy mess in a matter of seconds. Bucky, Sam and Natasha holding their own giggling as the comic moment unfolded.

"You don't have to say anything, Pete." You reassured him, understanding your father's intentions. "Let's get away from those perverts. We still have a lot to enjoy this weekend."

You stood up with Peter at your heels, leaving the kitchen under the watchful eyes of the Avengers. Everyone, except Steve, burst out laughing as soon as Tony made sure that you were no longer around, Sam having to wipe away a few tears that had escaped from the corner of his eyes.

"What?" Steve asked confused, staring at the others strangely. "What did I miss?"

"They are so oblivious." Natasha said with a smile, shaking her head negatively.

"It's kind of cute." Tony admitted, shaking his shoulders. "The boy is unable to make a move, however."

"What?" Steve voiced it for the third time in less than three minutes. "They-they- you know; Aren't you angry? Isn't that a move for you?"

"They did nothing, cap." Tony stated between a sigh. "They spent the night watching Star Wars just as Y/N said, believe me."

"But is painfully obvious the Spider-Boy is upside down for her." Sam stated, earning a nod from Tony, Bucky and Natasha. "He was already here when me and Bucky showed up in the morning. He was sitting at the table and Y/N's breakfast was also already prepared. I was about to sit next to him– and it was the first time I ever considered sitting next to that child, I swear, when he simply put his feet up on the empty chair, saying that he had severe cramps and needed space. When Y/N appeared at the door all smiling and wearing his college sweatshirt, puft, it seems that the boy went out of his mind, and the first thing he did was to offer the seat next to him."

"There was one day that Y/N needed to help Bruce in the lab and was without access to her cell phone for most of the day. Peter and I were working together on his suit, but the boy was picking up the cell phone every two minutes. He sent a message at 04:30 and Y/N didn't answer until at 08:47, so guess what? Peter answered at 08:48." Said Tony.

"The boy was whipped." Bucky uttered between a sip of coffee.

"He and Y/N were sharing a pot of strawberry ice cream during the last movie session." It was Natasha's turn to share a moment between you and Peter, attracting the attention of the men accompanying her, "but there was only one spoon for both."

There was a suggestive exchange of glances between her, Stark, Barnes and Wilson, broken by Rogers' timid and cautious voice.

"So the kids didn't do anything indecent?"

"Oh, for God's sake!" Tony rolled his eyes, leaving the room.

–

It was almost seven in the evening when Peter came into the kitchen again, now with a green mask on his face and a Hello Kitty's patch over his nose.

"What the fuck?" Bucky asked skeptically, almost spitting out the sandwich that was in his mouth.

"Y/N and I are going skin care tonight." Peter replied simply, going over to the refrigerator as everyone watched him intently.

"And what is that on your face?" Natasha asked the question everyone wanted while Peter grabbed a pot of ice cream from the freezer.

"Avocado mask. She saw in TikTok that it is good for the pores."

"So that was the fate of the avocado I bought to eat in the morning." Steve said regretfully. "It's okay, I can buy another one tomorrow."

"I have many questions, but I don't think any answer will answer them." Sam do a grimace before turning to the food laid out on the table.

"Peter, you should ask Y/N out on a date." Thor gave his opinion. "That's what you Midgardians call, right?"

Peter choked with the air as he heard the Thunder God's phrase, almost letting the pot of ice cream slide down the sink.

"W-we go to dates almost every day." He refuted with red face. "Tomorrow we will go to the supermarket. We can buy another avocado for you, Steve."

"But this is not the kind of date we are talking abo–" Natasha tried to explain, but Peter was already leaving the kitchen practically running.

"Bye, Y/N is waiting me to put cucumbers over the eyes."

"You got only one spoon!" The redhead screamed.

"It's enough!"

The Avengers present exchanged a look of recognition before Thor broke the silence, repeating the question Sam had asked that same morning:

"Tony already knows this?"

Everyone shook their shoulders simultaneously, Bruce being the only one to speak up verbally when silence filled the room.

"I'm sure he's already pulling some strings."

–

"Please, Tony, don't tell me that you are hiding to spying Peter and Y/N."

Tony peeked a bit between the leaves as he heard Pepper's harsh voice, putting the binoculars in the back pocket of his pants as covertly as possible.

"Spying?" He laughed exaggeratedly loudly. "Of course not, dear. This is absurd."

The woman eyed him suspiciously, reaching into her husband's pocket as soon as he hugged her.

"So can you start explaining to me the binoculars, the camouflage clothing, and the presence of a giant plant that was not in the hallway before?"

Tony walked away defeated, lowering his eyes at the judgmental look he was receiving.

"The word "spying" is too strong, okay? Let's say I was watching them without them knowing."

Pepper rolled her eyes.

"They are already adults, Tony. You should let them make their own decisions, and it is pretty obvious that they like each other. I know that the idea of Peter and Y/N dating may be strange to you, but–"

"Strange?" He almost shouted, lowering his voice when he noticed that the music that used to come from your room had stopped, now putting his camouflage skills at risk. "Baby, I love you, but you are crazy." He whispered. "Peter is the only boy who deserves to be with someone like Y/N, and all I have been doing for the past seven months is trying to get them to confess the feelings that everyone knows exist, but they seem too blind to see. So far I remain with the verdict that the boy is right for her and I hope don't change my mind anytime soon. They are my OTP."

"OTP?" Pepper asked confused by the slang.

"One True Pairing. Honey, you are so out of date."

"All right, I'm leaving."

Tony arched an eyebrow as he watched his wife walk away and take the binoculars, shrugging his shoulders before hiding behind the leaves again. He spent almost two hours there, but nothing interesting had happened, just you and Peter going back and forth from the kitchen with greasy foods and ice cream, a spoon for two as you shared whatever it was in the aisles, sometimes even taking it into each other's mouths, making Tony look away from those nauseatingly sweet scenes.

He had a story appointment with Morgan and his presence in the little girl's room at nine was a must. The plan affectionately called "Project Starker" had failed that day, and Tony had to accept defeat as he went to your room, expecting to find you and Peter sprawled out on the bed while some nerdy movie was playing on TV.

"Y/N? Peter?"

The room was dark, lit only by adjacent lights coming through the window. Tony stumbled over a few objects along the way, walking blindly through the furniture until he was near your bed.

"Can you even see each other here? God, how–"

Tony had to interrupt the sentence, surprised to see you and Peter snuggled up to each other, sleeping peacefully while a current series he didn't know the name of played on the TV at an almost inaudible volume. He shook his head in denial, holding back a smile before nudging Peter's waist, forging an angry timbre:

"Kid, you have a room here for a reason. What are you doing in my daughter's bed?"

Peter blinked a few times, completely lost and surprised by Tony's presence.

"Mr. Stark?" He asked stunned, trying to see Tony through the shadows. "Why are you here?"

Your father raised one of his eyebrows, aghast at the sudden boldness of the teenager before remembering the younger man's sleepwalking habits. Peter probably thought he was dreaming or some shit.

"Why are you here?" Tony returned the question, crossing his arms.

"Because I'm in love with Y/N and I want to sleep next to her."

Tony opened his mouth like a goldfish, cursing himself mentally for not recording that statement, shaking Peter's body when he started to close his eyes again.

"Aren't you going to your room?"

Peter mumbled something indecipherable, tightening his arms around your body as you continued to sleep heavily on his chest.

"No, thanks for the offer."

Tony nodded to nothing, deciding to just close your curtain and ask to Friday to turn off the TV.

"Thank you for doing Y/N too, Mr. Stark. I appreciate that."

Tony laughed softly, promising himself that he would tease the boy about it the next morning, “Go to sleep, kid. I'm sure no one will leave you alone tomorrow after I tell what you said."

Stark was about to leave when he noticed Peter's feet sticking out of the covers. The night was cold, and there was nothing but a thin comforter protecting the two of you.

"Just one blanket?" He asked.

"Yes." Peter kind of whispered, pulling you closer. "It's enough."

This time Tony didn't hold back his smile, shaking his head before closing the door, leaving you and Peter in that little bubble of teenage passion.

"Point for you, Spider-Boy."

#imagine peter parker #peter x reader #peter parker imagine #avengers imagine #stark reader #tom x reader #imagine tom holland #tom holland x reader

[littlemisslipbalm]

Little Border Town

Summary: It begins with a man and a woman, as it always seems to. One lives in France and the other lives in Italy, technically, but they’re also neighbors. Various issues arise between these two and they can’t ever seem to see eye to eye on anything. Will they ever move past their petty fighting or is the little town they live in doomed to only gossip about what Harry and Y/N are fighting about today?

AKA: Harry and Y/N are neighbors that fight all the time, the whole town wants to know when they’ll just fuck. 

Featuring italrry as well as mustachrry! and running italrry... I hope y’all like! this is just part one, so much more is in store so pls let me know what you think :) lots of love - first fic that’s not named from a quote said in the story I’m shook!! the growth, the range...she has it apparently! side note: i had to change the gif from italrry/mustachrry bc something is whack with the formatting and either the keep reading or the title keeps disappearing so i tried some stuff to resolve it *sobbing*

Word Count: 8.5k | Warnings: swearing, mentions of relatives death, bickering, otherwise tame for now?

Pt. 2

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There’s a little town that straddles the border between Italy and France. It’s just a little ways from Nice on the French side and Ventimiglia on the Italian side. The population is rather small and the tourists who come are usually either returners or are very very lost. One street you’re in France and the next you’re in Italy. It can be confusing to newcomers, but the locals love it -- for the most part. These streets are easily delineating as French or Italian by the little country flags that hang above all the shops or in the windows.

It’s a coastal town with cobblestone everywhere and bright painted buildings. The water is a soft blue and the wind barely ever brings any waves greater than a foot high. There’s a shop for everything and it seems to be frozen in the past from the outside, thankfully if you step into the tiny bed and breakfast there is wifi. The sun almost always shines down on this sweet piece of paradise, the winter does however bring gusting winds and thunderstorms. Those storms rattle the little town and afterwards you’ll find the residents picking up the pieces that have fallen off the shops.

Now, this little border town, with its streets separated by French and Italian customs, well almost all of them, it seems imperative to mention. There, in the exact middle of the little town, is one street that is split down the middle, half in France and half in Italy. The locals from the French and the Italian sides love that street the most because it has this certain dynamic spark of change that brings them together, makes them unique. Except for two locals that seemingly hate this street. These two locals aren’t actually true locals either. They both moved there a couple years ago.

Harry, from the Italian side, owns the shoemaker and repair shop. He hailed from England and moved to the little town when his great uncle, Joe, had sent him a letter pleading for him to take over his shop so that he could retire. Harry, ever the traveler, hopped on the next flight out to Italy and then traversed by train and bus until he reached his Joe’s home. Like most of the shops, there was a living space above the shop area. Harry lived there with Joe until he passed away a few years back leaving Harry to tend the store alone. He didn’t mind too much, being left there alone. He had always loved Italy and to get to live in the countryside in a little cobblestone town and own a shop was a dream come true. After living there for two years, he had bought a sailboat that he would take out when the shop was closed. He also had bought himself a motorcycle that he would ride to the next greatest city if he was ever in dire need of more of a nightlife as a 26 year old. He loved it, his own slice of paradise… except for his thorn in his side.

Y/N, from the French side, owns the bookstore, which carries lots of vintage books and records. She had moved there after college. In school, she had studied French and taken a year abroad in Paris and had traveled down to Nice for a month. While in Nice she had made a few friends and one of them had come from the little border town. They had insisted they all go there for a weekend. When Y/N stepped foot onto the street she now lived on a few years before, she fell in love. Seeing the little Italian and French flags in the windows and potted plants with a view of the sea had been so endearing to her.

She was drawn to the bookshop and had chatted up the old French woman who ran it. The woman had reminded Y/N of someone but she couldn’t quite place her finger on it. It was strange for her because she often found these connections with older people, she felt like she had known this woman her whole life. Y/N went back into the store the next two days she was there to talk to the woman again, Marie, she had learned. Before she left the little town she left her number with Marie and kept in some contact with her. After about a year though, their communication fell off. Y/N was sad but understood that life can be busy for people and that she obviously wasn’t the most important woman in the little border town bookkeeper’s life. Or so she thought. In the middle of the summer after she graduated college, Y/N was backpacking through Iceland and got a call from who she assumed was Marie. She was ecstatic and answered the call immediately. Sadly, it wasn’t Marie, instead a friend who had been given her will to execute. In her will she had left Y/N the bookshop. Her reasoning was similar to why Y/N had liked Marie so much, she said that Y/N had reminded her of her sister who had died unexpectedly in her teenage years. Being so far from home at the time and completely consumed with love and loss, Y/N had agreed to take over the shop without any hesitation.

She got home and informed her parents of her choice and moved to the little border town as soon as she could. She lived in the little area above the shop that Marie had also gifted to her and she tended the shop downstairs. The living area hadn’t really been cleaned out and Y/N had found an old collection of vinyls in the corner of the bedroom. As much as she wanted to keep them to herself, she thought it would be a good addition to the shop and had made a section for records in memory of Marie. She loved France and the coast, she bought a little car and would drive to Nice every so often or to the more sandy beaches along the French coast. It was quiet and different from the life she had maybe expected, but taking over a bookshop because a kind stranger had gifted it to you as one of their dying wishes wasn’t something Y/N could ever turn down. Her soul was too sweet. At least it was for most people, not for her neighbor though.

Her neighbor was the shoemaker, Harry. Their shops lived against one another even though he was on the Italian side and she was on the French. They were located exactly at the split between France and Italy. With less than a foot between the buildings, they saw a lot of each other. On their first interaction, Y/N had seen too much of her neighbor, meaning she had seen all of him. Their shops were similar to track homes, meaning they were built completely the same only mirrored. This meant that the windows of their bedrooms matched up exactly, she wondered who had thought that was a good idea after her first night. When Y/N had first moved in it was August, she left her window open and without the shade down to let as much fresh cool air in as possible. With her jet lag, she had found herself wide awake at about three am. Pacing around her room in the pink silk tank dress she had decided to sleep in, her eyes froze on her window - or rather, who she saw through her window. The light from her room and the moon were strong enough to illuminate the tanned and tattooed skin of the naked man in the room next to her. He held a bowl in his large hands that he seemed to be spooning cereal into his mouth from.

His half-lidded eyes flickered to the light coming from the place next door. The bookshop had been closed all summer and no one had been living in the upper area for a little longer than that so he had gotten into the habit of leaving his window open. He was half drunk after stumbling his way home from the tiny bar down the street. He had decided a naked cereal run would be a good idea to tide over his cravings. But upon seeing the girl wearing lingerie a mere two feet away from him, separated by the screens on their open windows, he realized that wasn’t actually true. His eyes widened only slightly as he saw her, his drunkenness allowing him to keep his blushing to a minimum. His drunken confidence kept him from covering himself as he lifted a single brow and made a salute with his spoon hand before going back to his bed.

She stayed at the window for a moment after the naked man disappeared and then quickly ran back to her bed. She shut off her light and tried not to think about everything she had seen. She tried to not think about his toned arms that flexed as he moved around his food, or the tattoos that lined every part of his body (the tiger and ferns seared into her mind specifically), or his tousled chestnut hair, or his searing green eyes, or the full mustache that held a little milk from his cereal. She tried, she really did. But how was she supposed to face her neighbor ever again after that. Maybe he wasn’t her neighbor, she reasoned, maybe he was an acquaintance her neighbor had just spent the night with. That wouldn’t be better! Her hands grabbed her other pillow and shoved it over her face trying to force herself to go to bed.

The next day, she had been working out front of the bookshop, beginning to repaint the windowsills of the shop with some navy paint she had found in the back to give it an updated look. It was early and she hadn’t expected to see anyone at all. Her jet lag still ailed her and caused her to be up bright and early. This was her second run in with the shoemaker, this time though, both to her dismay and joy, he was fully clothed. He wasn’t watching where he was going and almost toppled the both of them over as he left his store front, locked the door behind him, and then set off down the street. His large body, covered in short black running shorts and a mesh grey tank top, bumped into her almost immediately. He was still fiddling with his music on his phone as he began his run. She jumped back and dropped the paintbrush from her hand. She yelped as his body collided with hers and he stopped in his tracks. His eyes scanned her and took in the light wash cuffed jeans and moss ribbed tank top she was wearing. They widened when he recognized her face, the expression of shock similar to that of last night when she had seen him in his bedroom. He smirked and took out one of his earbuds. She grabbed her paintbrush from the ground as he extended his hand to her.

“I’m Harry,” his hand is greeted with hers. He speaks to her in English and she decides it’s probably best to follow along with whatever someone else began with. She worried that she’d run into a lot of Italians who didn’t know French or English and she’d have some trouble. His eyes flicker to the bits of blue already littered on her hands and in her hair.

“Y/N.” She nods, avoiding eye contact with the man she had already seen too much of. At least he’s not your neighbor’s lover, he’s just your neighbor. She also notices how he doesn’t apologize for running into her.

“You were spying on me last night,” his hand returns to his side and his smile quirks up again as he watches her face flush. His nicely groomed mustache twitches, trying to contain his laughter.

“I was not!” She finally looks up at the taller man and takes in his tanned face that is even more attractive in the morning light and up so close. The hat he wears is funny, a blue trucker’s hat that read “If you ain’t a fisherman, you ain’t shit!”, and she would laugh if she couldn’t already tell he was going to be extremely annoying.

His smirk continues and he barks out a laugh. He removes his sunglasses to really look at her now. “It’s alright, I work hard for this,” he gestures to his body, “glad someone appreciates it. Just means I’ll need to be installing a shade now, I guess.”

“You don’t have a shade and you walk around your room naked?” She ignores his first bit of conversation. She can’t think about his body or how it had looked last night. She sets down her paintbrush and folds her arms across her chest, trying to figure the man in front of her out.

“No… but it’s not all my fault. You had your shade open too! Who’s willingly up at that time of night anyway? I was just fixing myself a snack after the pub.” He raises his brows triumphantly at her, feeling confident that he has gotten the upperhand in the conversation.

She narrows her eyes at him as she finally registers that his accent isn’t Italian or French. He’s British and she wonders what he’s done to get himself in this little border town. He also seems to own the shop beside her since he locked the door behind him. He was peculiar, but she couldn’t dwell on what she thought about him since he had just accused her of being a peeping tom.

“Someone is up at that hour because she just moved and has terrible jet lag and can’t sleep. The place has been completely closed up for months and I needed to get as much cool air in as possible before the hot day. That’s why I was up and that’s why my shade wasn’t down.” She stands up straighter and rolls her eyes at him, muttering something in French to herself about annoying men. She smiles to herself when Harry doesn’t seem to understand. He obviously can tell she said something, but he doesn’t know exactly what. He could understand a good bit of French and he could speak some, but if someone spoke quickly and quietly, like she had just done, he wouldn’t be able to make it out. He figured it was something rude, though, with the way she sounds and begins to turn from him.

“Are you here to stay?”

“Yes.”

“Well, welcome to the best place in the world. It was so nice, two countries couldn’t decide who got to keep it and decided to split it.”

His arm sweeps out around him, gesturing to the street around him. She smiles up at him before following his arms movement. His arm had more tattoos than she had realized from her eyeful last night. She noticed the intricacies of all the black ink and again she had a million questions that she had to keep to herself. He was arrogant, conceited, impatient and a little bit odd and she knew all of this after barely one conversation. At least they could agree on one thing, they loved this town.

He looked back at her after scanning the street and saw her smiling in wonderment at everything around her. This brought a fleeting genuine smile to his face, knowing she was happy to be there. He had known Marie and was sad to see her go less than a year after his great uncle. He had always thought that Marie and Joe were both secretly pining over each other. Constantly stopping into each other’s shops and waving from their windows at each other, but Joe had always shaken his head at Harry when he mentioned it.

His smile faded when her eyes came back to his fac face face. Her smile disappeared as well. “Right, so, see you around…?” He said, already forgetting her name. She scoffs when she realizes what happened and then repeats her name. He nods curtly before replacing his sunglasses and single airpod and starts running again. She calls after him, “Thanks for the apology!” and then mutters to herself, “le con” knowing she shouldn’t shout that down the street where other people speak French. He doesn’t hear any part of it, his music up high enough to drown out the sounds of the world.

-

Y/N settled into the bookshop fairly easily, but she never failed to mention how unhelpful Harry had been:

“Yes, well, it’s been going pretty good...except for this one man. Well, I’d hardly call him a man -  a boy. My neighbor, actually, he owns the shoe shop...no, nevermind that, he practically made it his mission to make my move the hardest thing in the world...Harry -- yes, that’s his name, Mama… well I don’t know, It’s just Harry. - it doesn’t matter! He’s been in my way at every turn… yes, both physically and metaphorically...I’m not kidding! And I’m not being dramatic… Well, It was nice talking to you. Love you, talk soon.”

That was her first telephone conversation with her mother since arriving in the little town. Maybe ten days after she arrived. Naturally, she had it in the downstairs area of her home, the bookstore. And naturally, Harry had wandered in, to discuss one of their shared planters, and overheard her entire side of the conversation and gathered the rest from his own imagination. When she had laid eyes on him after setting down her phone, she rolled her eyes at the smirking Chesire cat look on his face.

“You would be the kind of man to eavesdrop, hm?” She restacked a group of books that were already in order.

“Thought I was a boy?” his smirk remained on his face. He strided closer to the counter she stood behind.

“Like I said...What can I help you with?” Her voice drips with venom as she finally turns her eyes to look at Harry. His smirk still remains on his face now that she is making eye contact with him. He’s clad in a t-shirt that has some baseball team on it with burgundy corduroy flared jeans. She notices the strain of the shirt over his chest and biceps and avoids the scoff of how vain he must be to keep himself in that good of shape for tending a shoe store in the South of France, or rather Northern Italy…

“Right, Thought I’d pop in and tell you that one of our planters is shared. So you’ll have to talk to me before replanting anything. I noticed you coming in with tulips the other day.”

“The ones on the front of the street?” He nods as her head turns to glance out the front window. “Why the hell do we share a planter?”

“Because, my late great Uncle Joe and Marie fancied each other.” Her eyes went wide at his words, trying to think of Marie having a crush on someone. “They were never together, never admitted the fancying, but they always did the planters together. They each had one of their own and then bought the third together, said it made sense to make the shops look nice...I know it was just so they had more to tend to - together.”

She hums, taking in everything that he said and how his eyes shine slightly just at the mention of his uncle. His voice had perked at the story he had just spun for her and she smiles thinking about the idea of love and loving someone so much that you’re content with simply planting flowers together. It seemed really old-fashioned to her, but it also brought even more charm to the town she now called home. Romance was still alive here, or so she hoped.

“Okay, I’ll make sure to let you know when I’ve decided what flowers I want to put in there.” She turns around, assuming the end of the conversation and getting back to work. She doesn’t really find a reason to entertain Harry anymore than necessary. Like she told her mother, he was constantly in her way or being naked in his room, something she had chosen to leave out of her conversation with her mom.

“You’ve misunderstood me. Maybe my English is getting rusty, I rarely speak it since everyone else knows Italian.” She flips around at his rude comment, eyes alight with fire once again. “If you want to replant anything, which I don’t understand why you would, the flowers I put are wonderful, we’ll have to discuss it. It’s not you just telling me you’ll be doing it. We own it equally and I won’t let you bulldoze my hard work.”

“On a planter?!”

She sticks on a sickly sweet smile as she tries to refrain from laughing. “I guess the countryside really can make some people enjoy the simpler things in life…” With that she walks to the back of the shop, leaving the stunned Harry to see himself out of it. When the little bell rings, her stifled laughter can be heard among the books.

-

It doesn’t matter what it is, Harry and Y/N are able to make a fuss about anything and the whole street, if not the whole town, had quickly figured that out. No one had a problem with Y/N, they welcomed her with open arms. Marie had told the entire French side and a good amount of the Italian side how wonderful and tenacious she was. How Y/N reminded Marie of her sister and upon meeting her, many agreed. But the first time Harry and Y/N had a public row, at the bakery in the center of town, on the French side, everyone was quick to realize that there was bound to be trouble between the two. It was a stark contrast to the loving comments and endearing looks the previous owners had always engaged in when they were still alive. This fight was maybe a few days after the planter business and Y/N had tried in the following days to get him to change the planters to no avail so she was in an especially pissed off mood towards Harry.

“Could you be taking any longer?” Y/N rolled her eyes as she stood behind her tall neighbor, her foot impatiently tapping a beat against the stone floor.

Harry stood hunched in front of the display case, scanning for exactly what he wanted and desperately trying to remember what he had come here for. He was a bit more dressed up that day, his mother had been coming to visit him for the first time in a while and he wanted to look nice and have a special treat for her when she arrived. His trousers were a deep navy that matched the navy of the stripes on his sweater vest, the blue pinstripes of the button down underneath was a slightly lighter shade, but blue nonetheless. He had rolled up his sleeves past his elbows, showing off his various tattoos and sinewy arms. As his eyes scanned over the case again, he ran through his mental list and bit at his lip, knowing he was forgetting something. He barely even heard her drawl out her insult, the tapping of her foot eventually getting his attention due to its faltering.

She straightened upright from her hip jutted position when he didn’t even bite at her unkind words. Her foot stopping its melody. As she was about to give another go, Harry turned around and she gave him her full look of displeasure.

“Country life requires a bit of patience. I doubt you’ve ever had to wait your turn in your life, but you’ll have to get used to it here.”

Her eyes roll instinctively. She noticed that they seemed to do it just at the mention of his name or the sound of his voice. She had always thought herself a lover of the British accent, citing Downton Abbey and various famous musicians - Freddie Mercury, George Harrison, Elton John, etc. - as members of that little island who were formative to her identity, loving them for their talents as well as their accent. Yet with Harry’s deep meandering British voice, she found herself wishing to be anywhere but in its presence. She found that he took so long to ever get out an actual full thought and when he did it was barely coherent. He also never failed to let his sarcasm or smugness drip into his tone, causing her to audibly be aware of the smirk on his face even if she couldn’t see it. The image flashing across her mind no matter what.

“You’ll have to let me know when you’ll be here again…” His eyebrows quirk at her odd response and it’s her turn to smirk up at him. She’s already satisfied with her quip even though she’s only gotten half of it out. His mouth opens to question her, but she finishes her thought. “That is, so I can plan around you. If I have to alot a whole day to the boulangerie just waiting for you… I’ll never get settled.”  

Harry scoffs and a fleeting expression of actual offense flashes across his features before turning around to finish his order. The others in line and the worker are all equally wide eyed and she hears some hushed whispering behind her, but it’s in Italian so she can’t make it out. The worker eyes Y/N as she rings up the rest of Harry’s chosen items. The worker smiles softly at Harry, feeling for the man she had known long enough to know that he wasn’t as rude as he was being with Y/N. She was also taken aback at Y/N’s response, but hadn’t seen her be rude otherwise so she had to assume it simply had something to do with the man.

When Harry is all set, he turns to leave and pass Y/N again. His eyes narrow and his words once again are turned nasty. “I wouldn’t mind if you never got settled,” he said before muttering something in Italian under his breath and leaving the store. She assumed it to be nasty as she eyed the couple behind her giggling, before walking to talk with the worker.

She shook her head trying to rid herself of her cold exterior that she kept having to conjure up for Harry. Now smiling, she asks for her items in French, happy to be speaking the language that brought her so much joy rather than English which seemed to be reserved only for Harry now. She hadn’t gone to the Italian side very much yet and the people she had met over there so far had spoken French to her once she had introduced herself.

As the worker finished with Y/N’s order, she asked in a hushed tone, in French, “How do you know Mr. Styles?”

“Harry?” Y/N guessed, not actually knowing Harry’s last name until now. The girl behind the counter smiles quickly before nodding. “Mon voison” she sighs and contains the accompanying eye roll when she sees the girl blush at the idea of being neighbors with Harry. “He’s a brat,” she continues and the girl laughs lightly before saying, “I think he’s rather sweet… not bad to look at either.” She looks out the window of the shop wistfully, like Harry’s still there and Y/N whips her head around, afraid he knew that she was talking about him. Thankfully, he was gone and Y/N laughs to herself when she feels the anxiety that had gripped her for a moment dissipates. Shaking her head at the girl, she grabs her items and change from her before making a break for the door.

It was soon after that incident that Harry and Y/N’s squabbles became notorious throughout the little town. Drama wasn’t common there and any sort of excitement was the talk of the town. It made sense that this was snapped up by the gossipers from the French and Italian sides alike.

Anne, Harry’s mother, was stopped the next day, when she was out for coffee and Harry was still at the shop, and was asked why her son was so angry at the new bookshop owner. She thought it made sense for her to drop into the bookshop next to her son’s shop after hearing that. Walking into the shop, she was greeted with the smell of lavender and the sweet melody of a love song. She immediately smiled at the charm of the bookstore, feeling like there was a bit more life in it then there had been the last time she had come in. Harry had told her that Marie had passed, but not that someone new had taken over and she was eager to meet them, especially now that she had been told about the town gossip.

A messy haired, but bright eyed Y/N came trotting out of the bookshelves at the sound of the door opening. A smile beamed on her face when she saw the mature brunette woman standing just inside the doorway. “Bonjour! Bienvenue!” She greets as she smooths some of her unkempt hair. Y/N had been digging around the back shelves of the store searching for a specific book one of her other customers had asked about yesterday. And much to her dismay, she wasn’t being very successful. When the woman only says “Bonjour” and makes no inclination that she plans to speak more French, Y/N believes it’s safe to assume she’s a tourist and switches to English. “Can I help you?”

Anne laughs happily to hear English and walks over to the counter that Y/N had walked behind. “Yes, Hi! My son lives here and I’ve just come to visit him. He didn’t tell me someone had taken over Marie’s shop.” Y/N perks at the name of Marie and she smiles sincerely at the woman now. Not quite a tourist, yet not quite a local, she noted for herself.

“Yeah, I’m Y/N. I was a friend of Marie’s, so to say, and she left me the place.” Pausing, Y/N turns over the vinyl that had just finished side A, and then returns to her place at the counter. “I’m still really new, but it’s a small town. I don’t know of many other people who weren’t born here who live here, though, who’s your son?” She rests her elbows on the counter and leans on them while staring at the kind woman. She had noticed the British accent, but hadn’t connected the dots yet. It wasn’t uncommon for people to have a British accent when they spoke English so it didn’t necessarily mean she was from England. But maybe Y/N should have noticed the light eyes and brown hair, maybe that should have been an indicator as well. Or the way she had said ‘my son’ and nodded in the way of the shoe shop. But no matter what, it came as a shock when the woman with the coffee in hand said what she said next.

“My son is your neighbor! He runs the shoe repair shop. His great uncle, my ex-husband’s uncle, left it to him a couple years ago.”  Y/N’s eyes widen so much so that she has to blink a few times to assure herself they haven’t popped out of her head.

“Harry...is your son?” She speaks slowly and Anne smiles at the girl. She nods and Y/N nods back, taking the news in. He has a mother...she guessed she should have expected that. It had been unlikely that her theory of him being sent straight from hell to make her life just like it was accurate.

“Here you are mum! What are you doin’ in here?” Harry rushes through the door when he sees his mother inside from the window. Y/N rolls her eyes on cue, but still notices the soft adoring look on his face while he gazes at his mother. She supposes she can concede that he isn’t the spawn of satan now. His look hardens when he turns to Y/N, who has straightened up to her full height upon his arrival.

“I was just meeting the new bookshop owner, Y/N!” She looks between Harry and Y/N. “What’s this about you being angry with her?” She asks more to Harry, but Y/N hears easily. Harry’s eyes flash at Y/N and her eyes widen once again, but shrugs to Harry, having no idea where his mother had gotten that idea.

“What did you say-”

“I didn’t say anything! I’d just realized she was your mother right before you walked in!”

“It’s true. Someone said something about it to me at the coffee shop. Of course, I didn’t even know the book shop even had a new owner, so I decided to come by.”

“It’s nothing, mum,” Harry insists.

“Harry and I...we just don’t exactly see eye to eye. But, I’m sure we’ll warm up to each other eventually,” she easily lies through her teeth, knowing she really couldn’t see herself ever being friends with this prick. “Feel free to look around the shop, it’s not exactly to my liking yet, but then again, I am just getting settled. Otherwise, you two should enjoy your time together. I’m sure it’s not often you can make the time to journey all the way out here.” She smiles sweetly at Anne, choosing to ignore Harry completely.

“Thank you, Y/N. Harry can be an acquired taste for some, but just below that exterior of his, he’s a giant softy.” Harry groans at his words, Y/N’s smile only grew.

“Au revoir! Good Day!” She calls when they leave the shop rather swiftly. It seemed to her that Harry was desperate to get his mother out of the shop as soon as possible, while Anne was happy to browse and look at what had been changed in the shop.  

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Their early unhappy encounters were now months ago. But encounters of a similar caliber happened at least once a week. It’s hard to avoid a neighbor who you seem to find anything they do to be an annoyance, even their existence. They saw each other around town and at their shops and in their bedrooms. Even though they didn’t particularly like each other, hated was actually the correct word, the drawing of the shades was a near impossible task with the heat that plagued the little town between August and Mid-October.

They had fought over who could leave their shade open and who couldn’t because Harry believed only one of them had to close it to maintain privacy but then he wouldn’t settle on an agreement on taking turns closing shades. Y/N argued that they could both leave them open if he would agree to stop walking around his room naked all the time, but he refused that as well, at first. He conceded after a week of having his shade drawn that he would wear boxers. Therefore, practically every night, Y/N and Harry would see each other before bed since they actually seemed to have the same sleep habits. Sometimes she would have to yell at him to close his window if he came home with a guest and he would yell at her to turn off her light if she was reading or watching television in bed too late.

Thankfully, it was approaching the end of October and the weather would begin to change. There wouldn’t be a reason to have the window or shade open and they at least wouldn’t have to see each other right before bed.

This morning, Y/N is up early, she found it amazing to wake up early here, something she had never done before this little border town. It was teaching her new things about herself and changing her, but she liked it. In deep forest green flared pants and a long sleeved rainbow striped shirt, Y/N is watering the planters in front of her shop as well as the little ones attached below the windows. It was always a little cool in the mornings, but she had checked her weather app and seen that it was actually going to be the first cold day of the season. The first cold day since she had arrived actually. As much as she liked the sun, she also loved fall and winter, so she was excited to experience them for the first time in the little border town.

She smiles to herself as she moves around gracefully. In her back pocket, her music plays softly, Paul Simon sings lovingly to her. She hums along and moves to deal with the planter at the edge of the sidewalk. But she’s foiled by a man she seems to think about far too much for how much she says she dislikes him. Harry jogs back a half step upon realizing he has run into her yet again. One would assume that one of them would either change their routine or know to step out of the way or really just be a little bit more aware of their surroundings with how many times this has happened since Y/N’s arrival. Of course, their stubborn personalities actually require them to be unrelenting in this area of their lives as well. Much like the shade debate, the who was in the way of who debate is still majorly undecided.

“Oi!” He looks down at his shirt and it has a substantial wet spot on it. She had spilled some of the watering can’s contents.

“Excuse you!” She says simultaneously, not realizing she’d gotten water on him.

“I’m not the one who just threw water on someone.”

“Neither am I. You ran into me, it’s not my fault you never look where you’re going.”

“You’re just always in my way. This has been my route for ages, I’m not going to change it just because you moved in next door.” His hands fly around in annoyance and anger.

“You’re unbelievable!”

“Well! I can’t stand you!

“Clearly!” “Cleary.” They’re both huffing out insults that don’t seem to really be going anywhere. Harry has straightened his posture for once and she actually finds his true height slightly intimidating. They both breath for a moment, finding no other words to fill the tranquil morning silence that they had just disturbed.

“Are we ever going to have a conversation where we’re not at each other’s throats?” She sighs, feeling upset that the nice Fall day was suddenly ruined for the rest of time just because of this.The bickering with Harry was tedious and she couldn’t keep going like this. Being in a completely new place and running a small business was hard enough as it is. Something snapped in her just then, hoping to squash a part of her life that is causing her stress and exhaustion.

Harry’s expression falters, his eyes losing that glint of angered passion for a moment, he wasn’t expecting that response. It wasn’t necessarily mean, it was more like she was resigned. Simply done with the conversation. He felt his anger and annoyance slip away rather quickly at her question. She sees his mustache twitch, which she realized happened when he was either amused or confused. She didn’t think what she said was funny so she presumed he wasn’t sure what to make of what she had just said. Her head tilts to the side and waits for his response. Her watering can falls to her side now, making herself a little more comfortable and leaving only a small amount of air between her and Harry.

“Tired out already? Thought you were more of a competitor than that.” He mirrors her by tilting his head as well.

“I didn’t realize we were in any sort of competition.” She stepped forward and straightened her posture a little, feeling challenged by the tone he had taken. She may have a kind and soft exterior for most, but she was nothing if not fierce in her core. She was an Aries afterall. She wondered what Harry might be, she wasn’t super into astrology, but she was sure that he wasn’t an Aries. Aries were fiery and passionate and were very unwilling to admit defeat, so he had just hit the exact right note to keep her from squashing their now long-standing quarrel.

“We’re not. I just thought I had met my match, guess I was wrong.”

He looks off in the distance to be nonchalant, like he wasn’t trying to bait her even if that’s exactly what he was going for. Sure, he found her annoying, for whatever reason. But he had realized when she had posed the question, that he hadn’t had this much excitement in a while. Nothing and no one really challenged him in the little border town, his work was easy enough, money wasn’t tight, friends were easily made, and partners for the night were easy to find. He didn’t dislike any of those facts, truly, he counted himself lucky and was overjoyed that he lived there. But the verbal sparring he engaged in with Y/N fulfilled a need he hadn’t realized was going unsatisfied. He would never admit it, but she was often a highlight of his day. Getting into a little quarrel with her brought a smile to his face when he recalled it later. The bird she had started to flip him before bed made him genuinely laugh. He liked it, so when she seemed to want it to end, he did what he knew would make her change her mind. Tease her.

“I see...bonne journée, cul.” She decided to bid him farewell, knowing he didn’t plan on apologizing any time soon. She turned her body from him and Harry understood enough French that she had ended the conversation with a “good day”. He also knew that she had called him an “ass” as well. His brows raised for a moment at the insult before giving a flicked salute in her direction and jogging off for his morning run.

For some reason, after a moment of knowing Harry had gone she glanced up in his direction and watched his retreating figure. And for some reason she found herself looking back down at the flowers and smiling to herself. Somewhere inside her she was glad Harry hadn’t given into her veiled request to stop fighting. It was a strange sensation because as tiring it was to bicker with him, she feared if they stopped then they would stop talking at all and her heart panged at the thought. She didn’t know why and she didn’t care to know why either.

-

The bell of the book shop chimes and Y/N pops up from behind the counter. She had been crouched out of sight trying to organize the books of notes on customers Marie had left that Y/N had only just found. She hadn’t realized the cabinet existed in the counter so when she accidentally slid it open she was a little taken aback. Still, she was quickly distracted by the new customer. Her cream collared shirt was unbuttoned to where her collarbone and decalotage were on display, some gold medallions hanging around her neck today. Her worn light wash blue jeans were barely visible behind the counter due to her height. In her hair was a classic red bandana, pulling back her hair out of her face save for the strands that worked themselves free on their own accord.

Her smile was wide, happy to see the first customer of the day as she pinched at her shirt to make sure it was in place. Her posture slumped immediately when she realized that her first customer wasn’t a likely customer at all, instead who else but Harry. A mischievous glint in his eyes as he strolled in and right up to the counter. He leaned his large body down to rest his head in his hands and look up at her. He crossed one ankle over his other, getting comfortable as he stared wickedly up at her.

She wet her lips and took a step back. It was her first look at him today, apparently missing him on his morning run. Maybe she should have thought something of that after their encounter yesterday, but she didn’t. Like most days, his trousers were high waisted, Gucci likely - how he afforded them, she had no clue - and his usual shirt had now been accompanied with a striped red, black, and yellow open cardigan. His hair looked wet like he had just taken a shower, most of it was pushed up but a few strands fell over his large forehead. His mustache looked freshly trimmed and the rest of his facial hair had yet to leave any shadow after his obvious shave.

“Harry.” She says definitively, regarding him with even contempt.

“Ice Queen.” He levels, eyes narrowing.

She scoffs immediately. “At least give me something original...or accurate maybe. I may not like you, but ice queen? Hardly.”

He genuinely chuckles at her quick response and nods, agreeing easily with her for once. “You’re right. It was weak, I’ll admit. Feel like you need a nickname though, thought something really rude might upset you.” He smirks cheekily. His agreement doesn’t make her feel like she’s won at all, unsurprisingly.

She rolls her eyes at his comment. “Care to let me know why you’re gracing me with your presence today, Mr. Styles?” Moving around the counter, she begins to walk to the back of the shop, assuming Harry would follow her if he needed to. He apparently did and walked after her after realizing she wasn’t coming back.

He gives a half-laugh, “Yeah, I came in for a new record. I saw you decided to restock them...thought I’d pop in. It’s easier to get them here than order online...Curtain-hater.” He adds the name as an afterthought.

She glances at him from the bookcase she’s standing at, her eyes shifting to meet his. A smile fades into her features as she can’t contain the giggle at his new attempt at a nickname. She then wrinkles her nose, “That isn’t good either, but proficient try, I guess.” She gives him points for actually relating the name to her in some way, but it still doesn’t incite any anger in her which she knows is what he is going for. She probably should question herself why she’s helping Harry to nickname her something rude, but alas, she doesn’t. He nods solemnly, knowing she’s right again. He needs to find a nickname for her and he doesn’t know why, but he’s glad she seems alright with him giving her one, so long as it is fitting.

Her body shifts from the bookcase over to the boxes she had gotten to hold the vinyls. She had a small collection since the place was small overall, but Marie’s old collection had sold successfully so she had restocked afterwards, this time choosing some of her personal favorites.

“I’m not sure of your taste...I know you bought Marie’s Ella Fitzgerald album last time.” She sifts through the records, trying to find something she thought he might want. Like she said, she didn’t know what he liked, but she prided herself on knowing music and as an owner helping a customer, she wanted to please Harry. She knew he liked Ella from his previous purchase and she knew he liked Marvin Gaye in the evenings when he had guests - how very cliche she would add. “I mostly got in 70’s/80’s rock...Elton, Queen -”

“Got any Paul Simon?” Harry cuts her off and she looks at him surprised. Her fingers stopped when she looked up at him, their tips placed on the peaks of the albums covers. “Thought I heard it here the other day?”  

Her face perks up at the mention, she loved Paul Simon. “That was on my phone, but I do actually. Well, it’s Simon & Garkunkel. I can order something from just Paul Simon whenever I have to order again if you want?” Their gazes are holding each other’s, her fingers still rubbing over the pointed edges of the two albums she had between her hands. Harry’s watching her and leaning against the table the boxes sit on.

He nods after a moment. “That’d be great.”

“You’ll have to tell me which records of his you already have so I can order something new for you.” She grabs the Simon & Garfunkel album and flips it to Harry so he can look it over.

He regards the Parsley, Sage, Rosemary & Thyme cover reading over the fine print with all the tracks listed on the bottom right. “Thanks,” he mutters out after another moment of silence. It was rarely this quiet between these two, so it was different. “I’ll take it, Shrimp.”

“Oh my god!” She gasps before bursting into a fit of laughter. He had actually made her laugh and his eyes widen at the sound, almost confused that she hadn’t scoffed. Her laughter was far louder now then the half-hearted chuckle she had given earlier, which really was probably just another scoff. This laugh was loud and unbridled, but melodic and fun. In the back of Harry’s mind, he noted that he liked it. The first bullet point on a list that was likely to grow.  “That works, just the perfect amount of rude. I love and hate it at the same time.” She finishes before walking back to the front. Harry saunters after her, pleased with himself.  

“I’d like to say I wasn’t looking for your approval, but I guess I sorta was,” he ponders out loud as she takes the record back from him to type in the correct spelling into her relatively new computerized system. She twists her mouth to the side of her face to refrain from smiling anymore and then hums. Her eyes flit back up to Harry’s triumphant smile and for once she doesn’t want to slap it off of him.

“People-pleaser…” She prods him easily. His smile falters only slightly, not out of unhappiness, but of borderline jealousy.

“How do you come up with that so easily? It just rolls off the tongue,” He asks seriously, confused by the woman before him. This time she laughs as she hands him back the record and a copy of his receipt.

“I’m well read, that usually helps, but maybe it’s just my intrinsic wit that gives me an edge,” she raises her brows slightly, before beginning to walk off now that their exchange is done. She’s surprised she doesn’t want to rip her hair out after that encounter, but she figures she should simply count her blessings. “Au revoir, trouser-boy!”

He rolls his eyes as he turns on his heel and exits the shop, amused rather than annoyed with the bookkeeper.

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