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lvlyhao · 3 years

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『you’re dating him but he’s not your bias』

reaction fic; NCT Dream

A/N: this is nct dream’s reaction to realizing your bias is not him (and you’re a couple). gender neutral, got way too deep at some points and was NOT meant to be this long. enjoy.

note that english is my second language and i speak mixing slang, accents and spellings from 3283928 places so i did notice there’s practice written with both s and c down there so

just dont mind it pls

also, today’s photo theme is dream looking cute in low quality shots.

𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓻𝓮𝓼: fluff (♡), angst (❆), comedy (☼), crack (⍢).

𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼: lots of swearing, my tough love for the neos, one mention of cheating that doesn’t actually happen, a couple of mentions of alcohol and drinking, some violence hidden in metaphors, me being chaotic, it got a bit more angsty and darker than i intended, but we do have all happy endings.

word count: 6.8K

pairing: nct dream members x reader ( includes mark, renjun, jeno, haechan, jaemin, chenle, jisung)

disclaimer: the characters in the story below do not reflect real people or present real facts. this is purely fictional, and you may not copy, change, translate or repost my work in any way. all rights reserved © cherry-hyejin 2021.

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Mark

oh, poor baby

i feel like he would be a little heartbroken

just a little

not so much if it’s someone from dream, because they’re his little brothers, but if it’s one of his hyungs from 127 or wayv,,,,,

boy might cry

he’s not super dramatic about it or anything but i don’t see him as being super confident about himself

so he might think like

“do they think he’s cooler than me?”

and it’s silly, yes, he knows

but it’s just something that pops up in his mind sometimes when you bring him up

so for the sake of this fanfic let’s pretend you’re johnny biased

because gods know i am

at least when it comes to 127

mark would be divided into fanboying with you and being like “YO, HE’S THE COOLEST GUY ON EARTH OH MY GOD I’M SO GLAD YOU AGREE”

and

“a h”

would constantly try to get closer to you when johnny is around, and just

showing off in little (kinda dumb) ways

complimenting you

being even more whipped than usual

like yes he’ll give you all of his watermelon slices just please don’t look at johnny like that again

i think johnny would kind of play into it with the whole “imma steal your s/o” thing

and he doesn’t do it to make mark jealous or hurt

we know he’d rather get hit by a train than ever actually upsetting his son on purpose

but we also know he’s johnny

cue “OH DUDE HE’S FLIRTING”

so yeah he might call you lil pet names (beautiful, cutie, you get it)

just to see you giggle

(and see your soul leave your body)

might say he’s taking you out for dinner when he’s just driving you to get more ice cream for a movie night with the gang lol

and winks

expect a lot of winks

anywhere and anytime

which makes mark sometimes feel like he’s intruding???

and that you appreciate johnny more than him???

he genuinely doesn’t understand how you can date him and still not have him as your bias

don’t you like, love him above everyone else or smth lol

his “showing off” phase eventually fades tho

now every time you hang you with the boys and johnny is around, he’ll be a bit more distant

he thinks he’s giving you space to interact with his friends but he’s just shying away from competing with one of his favourite people ever

and it’s a competition that Does Not Exist™

but he’s not 100% aware of that

and you’re not that dense

so ofc you notice

and you wait till you two are alone to talk to him, and he BEGRUDGINGLY admits that you being johnny biased makes him feel kinda small and unimportant

he’d never try to make you change your bias or anything

he just needs reminders that he’s your #1 boy sometimes

which is fine by you

and by him

cus now it’s you calling him pet names all the time

and hugging him

and kissing his cheek

and praising his work

and blowing kisses from across the room

and just telling him straight up that no matter what, you’ll always go to him

(not that you ever had any chance with johnny lmao)

THIS GOES TO SHOW COMMUNICATING IS KEY, CHILDREN

COMMUNICATE

Renjun

wym donghyuck is your bias lol

literally are you fucking kidding him

don’t get me wrong ok

everyone knows renjun loves haechan

they’re bffs and could not live without each other

but at the same time,,,

what is wrong with you

who did he choose as his s/o gods help him

if it was jeno, or mark, or jaehyun, or winwin, or kun, or lucas, or yuta, or taeyong, or ten, or,,,,

literally ANY of his other members

he’d understand your point and be like “ok fine”

but haechan???? hmmm bestie no

he’s not gonna throw a fit

not after the first time you told him anyways

HE WAS SURPRISED OKAY

and he just whined very loudly after having laughed for 5 minutes thinking it was a joke

if you don’t know that iconic scene, renjun had a whole ass meltdown in 3 seconds while yelling “aAAAAAH JINJJAAAAA” and getting ready to punch the living shit out of hyuck

for no reason other than the fact that it’s haechan we’re talking about and injun’s little body is filled with rage

BACK ON TRACK

would probably try to act all cool about it and be like “i don’t mind” but bruh does he mind

and it doesn’t help that haechan is such a little shit about it

he doesn’t even flirt with you

he just

constantly reminds renjun that he’s your bias—not him—and then constantly praises himself over you

“ah, y/n~ did you choose me as your bias because i’m the best vocalist? or was it because i’m the best dancer? mAYBE IT WAS BECAUSE OF MY OH SO BROAD SHOULDERS—”

(pause for injun to punch him)

(unpaused)

and ok in the beginning it was funny seeing him all worked up but now it’s just annoying to be in the same room as these two

haechan won’t let either of you live

and renjun just wants to

fight

so it eventually gets to the point where you’ll talk to renjun and jeno will talk to hyuck cus even the other dreamies are tired of it

except maybe for chenle, he always laughs his ass off when they start bickering

ANYWAY

your conversation goes something like “oh my god renjun i’m literally dating you, i don’t like haechan better or anything you little pile of fury”

while jeno sits hyuck down in front of him and jaemin and just

“bro why are you like this”

“bro”

no but renjun would apologize for going overboard with his protectiveness and jealous energy because he’s not generally like that

he’s angry all the time but never about something involving you, you know

he tries his best to treat you like the royalty you are

but something about hyuck being your bias makes him feel a bit like a castaway???

he’s very creative and as an artsy kid myself i know we’re very prone to feeling left out because we’re just different from the others

so he’d think maybe haechan really has a better voice

or better dancing skills

or he looks better

he is taller than injun after all, and has broader shoulders, and his hair is all fluffy and—

the whole thing just made him insecure about things he had settled with himself long ago

he was fine with being him

but not so much when it came to that

i don’t think you two would fight over it cus tbh i think renjun would really only get with someone who can be very understanding of him

and i think hyuck would actually apologize to renjun too

not when everyone’s around but like, maybe after dinner or something and he just needs to feel like they’re besties again

hyuck never meant for things to get out of control

he just really likes both injun and you as his friends, and aside from skinship his most prominent love language is,,,

teasing

he was really just trying (very poorly) to grow closer to the person his best friend loves so much—you—because renjun is SUCH a big part of his life it would just feel wrong to not be good friends with you as well

don’t tell them i said this but they hug it out

injun strikes me as someone that could take a bit of time to bounce back from something that hurt his pride or his sense of belonging

and his way of healing and bonding is just,,,

art

sure, keep being haechan biased, but also please read with him

and talk about his fantastic animal creations

and watch those buzzfeed unsolved alien theory videos because he really wants to discuss it and maybe even draw what he thinks the aliens look like

hyuck tones it down, you make sure renjun knows you like him for him, renjun starts to (secretly) appreciate hyuck’s talent along with you...

and now let’s take a moment to imagine the minute you watch their latest mv with injun by your side

and yes okay the first thing you see is CLEARLY how good renjun looks because holy fucking shit he’s an angel (and i’m clearly not renjun biased)

but then,,,,,,

wAS THAT A HAECHAN HIGH NOTE

(there’s always a haechan high note, just look for it)

and ok maybe he did scream a bit with you because of how good it all sounded

and you know what, it works out perfectly bc you two are my new otp and you were meant for each other

but we do have to mention the eventual happening of chenle saying like “oOoOoOoH y/N wErE yOu dRoOliNg oVeR hAeChAn AgAiN” after a special stage

and then you, injun and hyuck all attempt to choke him

i’m kidding

or not

Jeno

ah, lee jeno

aka samoyed boi

yes i do call him that no i will not stop

everyone is always writing jeno as being super protective and literally about to burst a lung if someone else ever does as much as look at you

but i just

don’t see him that way

he’s a taurus and from what i know about taurus they can be v v jealous, yes, but they mainly seek comfort

so he’s fine with you biasing jaemin

as long as you’re not ditching him or anything lol

and ok, imma be 100% honest here even if it sounds like literal no fun (jenojaem wink wonk)

jaemin doesn’t flirt with you

not any more than he flirts with

every other breathing creature

ever

he’s really only platonically interested in you, never remotely romantic or anything lol

on the other side, he is in love with jeno

basically, if jaemin is your bias, jeno is his

so nothing really changes

we know how nomin are, okay

they hold hands, they stare deeply into each other eyes, they nearly kiss at least once every time they go live

it's just them

you gotta respect it bruh

i know this is the most boring reaction ever so let’s create the one (1) instance where jeno would actually dislike that you bias someone else

i think he would feel a bit hurt if you seemed to be more supportive of jaemin’s work than his

and it’s not something big or on purpose

it’s just something like going with him to a recording session but not going with jeno because you have homework

or after a very busy practise day going to praise jaemin first

even if it’s just three words

“you did good”

and then you’re going towards him, he’s gonna feel like maybe he doesn’t deserve your praise as much as nana????

i actually feel like, among the dreamies, jeno is the least confident one when it comes to his performance

he knows he’s not an awful rapper or anything but i think it can be a bit too much, being around such bright and huge presences like the others while his nickname literally means “no fun”

his members are just so loud and full of energy most of the time

and sometimes he just really needs to be quiet and observe in silence

(yes i do know he’s chaotic and a crackhead, i’m just saying as we know he can be a bit introspective)

so what if you just

stopped seeing him?

did he become invisible to you?

did you finally fall for jaemin’s beautiful smile and stupid pick-up lines?

he’s not gonna let it show that he’s affected, though

earth signs are nearly always the ones to “stay strong” because we have this image that people are relying on us???

so we do what we do

bottle everything up and overwork ourselves bc we only got two modes

1. chill, super balanced and down to earth (ay for the pun)

2. please make us take a break we’re literally about to cry if we work for one more minute but we can’t allow ourselves to fucking take it easy

so yes you’ve guessed correctly, we’re going with 2

jeno is going to go so, SO hard on everything he does

literally every single activity you can think of from dance practice to photoshoots to cooking for the dreamies

he stays up later than usual to get that one tricky move in the choreo just right

he works out more because he thinks he has to look absolutely perfect for when they shoot the mv

jisung asked for ramen? he’s making it but you bet your ass he’s spending over 40 minutes just chopping so

many

vegetables

AND STUFF THAT JISUNG WON’T EVEN EAT

but he’s doing it anyway for the reason being that it just has to be the Best™

and it’s not like he’s competing with anyone else to be diligent

this is just about being better than he was and showing himself—and maybe you—how painstakingly hardworking and driven he can be

maybe then you’re gonna acknowledge him as much as you acknowledge nana :((

:(((((

writing this is making me downright sad, jeno is so underrated and unaware of his power UGH

and i need to point out this is NOT about making you change your bias from jaemin to him, this is solely about having you recognize his efforts, even if you already do

if you just thought jeno was like going off in work because it was asked of him to, jaemin would DEF notice and talk to you about it

turns out it’s a habit of jeno to go extra hard sometimes and he needs someone to make him take a break

so it goes down like you breaking into the practice room when jeno and jisung were practising

the first reaction is confusion

the second is oh hey babe how are you

third is

a-are you dragging jeno and his bag out of the door while screeching at jisung to order pizza and doughnuts for everyone??

yes you are and i’m proud of you

so jeno is still confused and making those cute “hUh” noises he does omg i love him so much

and you’re just rambling about how much of an amazing artist he is, and you love his voice, and he’s a fantastic dancer, and his expressions and gestures are on point, and he takes such good care of the dreamies and

he’s perfect

and he knows jaemin must have talked to you, and he feels so vulnerable to have you know how on edge he’s been

baby boy just needs some rest

and that’s exactly what you give him, with a bath full of those fancy bath bombs and flower petals and candles at your house/apt

then a quick sheet mask while you massage his shoulders and keep saying how much you genuinely admire him

the mask might be ruined cus he started crying out of exhaustion

after that’s been done and you’ve hugged for at least like 5 min nonstop, you head over to the dorms, where hyuck was in charge of setting up a blanket fort while mork and nana gather board games, jisung gets the food and chenle

well chenle just had to make sure jisung doesn’t forget to order for someone and doesn’t break like 10 plates trying to set the table lol

this is way longer than the others so imma wrap it up

make it obvious and loud that you see and respect jeno’s hard work and he’ll be alright again

and maybe make those game nights a weekly thing when possible, it would make him very happy

he’ll never again feel sad when you praise jaemin cus now he’s sure he does enough, and above all, he is enough

Haechan

haechan = full sun

why would you ever bias someone when you’re dating the goddamned sun

does not understand

but also does not care that much

actually, one out of two really depending on who your bias is

if it’s one of the members he has that tom/jerry relationship with, prepare for so

much

complaining

and clinging

AND HE’D BE SO LOUD OH MY FUCKING GOD

donghyuck please stop screaming about doyoung not deserving to be your baby’s bias, it’s 2 am

on the other hand, if it’s one of the (few) members he,,,

adores with all of his heart and is not afraid to show it

ex: sungchan, jaehyun, taeil and yang2x

then you can bet he’s going to be right beside you whenever you feel like throwing a fit because he’s just so handsome and talented

IF IT’S MARK OSHDISJD

i’m going to write you as being mark biased ok? ok

i honestly don’t know if he’d feel more jealous of mark or of you

he loves you both

a lot,,,,

and he really doesn’t like it when mark blushes when you compliment him

and he doesn’t like it when mark literally just walks past you and you trip over your feet because bro tf u doing, that’s some embarrassing shit

lowkey done with you two

but also PAY HIM SOME ATTENTION

or don’t, he’s fine either way (cue crossed arms and staring at you from across the room until you come give him a kiss)

“he’s pretty cute but i’m cuter right baby”

pouty pouty pouty if he ever feels neglected

will be so fucking annoying lmao i can’t write haechan, i love him but i do understand why renjun is always trying to beat him up

he’d be a show-off in a different way than mark because he can be so petty

will take every chance he gets to pull a one-liner

will sing everything he has to say just so you know he can hit those high notes

what do you mean dream doesn’t have a schedule today

oh man, he could swear they did

because that is the sole reason why he’s wearing his most expensive clothes and shoes + makeup to walk around the dorms, yes

no he doesn’t want to impress you

shut up

will text you like every single fancam he sees on twitter

every

single

one

and are they mark’s?

lol no, they’re his

he is so genuinely trying to make you a member of his sunflower cult

<whispers> “tell me i’m your bias”

“donghyuck what the actual hell why are you standing at the end of my bed in the middle of the night like a fucking demon child”

he really wants to act all cool and composed but he wants to be your bias so fucking bad

he’s a bad bitch all around and just does whatever

cus haechan privilege

and he tends to not care about what people say and think???

bc he knows he’s lee donghyuck

he’s fully aware of the effect he has on people

but you

not biasing him

naw, he can’t take it

will do anything and everything he can to make you say, JUST ONE TIME, he’s your bias

then you can go back to loving (his) mark

so for your sake, for his sake, for mark’s sake

just give donghyuck what he wants

i can promise he’ll keep being an ass no matter what you do

like yeah did you just buy him coffee and his favourite cake? well that’s sweet but iS HE YOUR BIAS YET

“aw babe thanks so much for taking a bullet for me but now please say i’m your bias”

if you still don’t do it, it’s time to be extra petty

will actually drop you for mark

his logic is something like: he can’t be your bias? pity, so he’s just gonna date him instead

and mark is mark so he has no idea what’s going on

everyone in 127 and dream finds this absolutely hilarious cus suddenly donghyuck seems to be doing his best to win over mark’s heart and i mean more than usual???? and he’s treating you like his bro????

<you leaving the dorms to go to uni or smth so you go to hyuck for a goodbye kiss> “no can do, i’m committed”

“i’m your partner”

“no that’s mark”

it’s not 100% a joke when i say i can see him getting down in one knee to propose to mark while making eye contact with you to

assert his dominance

and mark is just

“dude

what HAHAHA”

and you are so done, i’m so sorry you have to go through that bby

i don’t think there’s another way to fix haechan other than just admitting he was your bias for an era, or a comeback or something

like yeah with the other dreamies before him it’s bonding + healing time bc i wrote it all kinda angsty (lol sorry) but with donghyuck

“will you stop this if i say you were my bias during reload era”

“mark wasn’t in dream that era tho”

“yes i know”

i say he’s gonna take what he can get and now things can finally go back to normal

with the exception that something else comes along with hyuck being satisfied with you biasing him

he just has a full pass to fanboy over mark now too

what am i talking about?

new 127 mv is out

you: watching it beside haechan and going off about how pretty mark looks

him: going off even harder bc he’s whipped too

this is what a happy couple looks like

but now i pity mark because he has you two idiots fanboying over him irl

savemork2021

Jaemin

nana is just such a chill and fun guy

i can’t see him being actually jealous or anything if he finds out you bias someone else

and so the two of you become insufferable together

bitch, i’m telling you

he (ur bias) is not gonna have one peaceful day ever again in his entire life

cus you know the thing jaemin does where he just looks at someone doing some random shit and goes “oOoOoH sExY”

yes that thing

he’s doing it to your bias

and you’re doing it too

and your bias probably wants to run away to some very far away land

PLEASE IF IT’S JISUNG

i’m not gonna write this whole thing as if you bias him but let’s just imagine

two fully grown people

pilling on top of poor, poor park jisung playing games on his phone

“URI JISUNGIEEEEEE

MWOYA, MWOYAAAA~"

i genuinely think he would avoid being around you two at the same time

cus individually he can handle it

like yes y/n please let me go this hug has lasted for about 4 minutes now

or oh hi jaemin hyung my cheeks hurt when you pinch them that hard

but when you two are together

bruh

a power couple not bc you two are v confident or some shit but bc you can and will be extremely affectionate towards anyone that comes too close

and now let’s talk about how it would be if you biased jaehyun

jaemin loves jaehyun

they’re 2jae

2jae are soulmates

therefore,,,, it’s also kinda hellish but in a different way???

bc 2jae are on the end of that spectrum about the neos that know how in love the entire world is with them

they’re too powerful

they’re aware of their charm and they do everything they can to rub it in our faces

so the flirting between 2jae and you would be insane

and i mean insane

insane as in even johnny is kinda disgusted tbh bc

they’re doing a photo shoot with the 23 of them for some shit, idk don’t ask me

and of course, you had to tag along

but oh my god you three, please stop calling each other sexy/hot in weird voices now, the staff is staring

there are def rumours the 3 of you are a poly couple lmao

jaehyun denies everything on social media (throwback to saying “no way lol” when we asked if he REALLY slept in the same bed as jungwoo)

but every piece of content there is of you and jaemin or you and jaehyun or just them is so ridiculously flirty

you can bet there are compilations on youtube like

“y/n being in love with 2jae for 8 minutes heterosexual”

ok i was having way too much fun with that, moving on

i don’t think he’d ever be actually upset about you biasing someone else

he trusts you and treasures you a lot so he doesn’t see the problem in you also appreciating another one of his members

bc gods know he does

he’s a bit in love with everyone so why shouldn’t you be too lol

one time he would feel a bit blue because of it???

hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

i think it’s possible he’d turn pouty or whiny or just kinda needy (not in a bad way, he just misses you) when he’s like

done with people

and needs some time away from everything

we know he’s an introvert, even if he acts very, very loud around the boys and it’s honestly just a matter of time until an introvert grows tired of being around humans

it depends on each person, of course, but there’s a 99% chance every once in a while he’ll start to feel too drained

and he’ll need a break to get his energy back

jaemin would probably want you around even when he feels like that, though

i see you being such a big source of comfort for him in a relationship

he enjoys taking care of people so please take care of him too

and for just this one day don’t talk about your bias that much, or don’t leave nana to go over to him to chat

and just cuddle him a lot

that will make him a smiley baby again

and then things are back to how they normally are

and by that i mean most neos hiding from you because they’re scared

i don’t have a lot to say aside from that so let’s think about the neos that would be the most intimidated by your shared thot aura

dotae would be confused in different ways lol

taeyong would be just ????????????blush/awkward smile/hahaha??????

and doyoung might actually ask what is wrong with you

<points to jeno and his s/o> “why can’t you be like them”

mark would laugh-scream and slap his knee into oblivion whenever you two are cornering him

but then go super shy and be like “dUDE DON’T DO THAT”

resident confident gay jungwoo would rejoice in the attention and make so many goddamned jokes

a literal comedian i love him

i think sicheng and renjun would be on the same wavelength of repugnance towards you lol

chenle would deadass call you weird and tell you to leave him alone

shotaro and kun might faint (or kun will panic-scold you)

taeil is as confused by affection as usual (have you seen the face he makes when haechan kisses him LMFAO he’s smiling but like wondering wtf happened on the inside)

ten is not very amused but might play into it

yangyang: that’s disgusting, man (cue flashbacks to that live with renjun after the from home stage where renjun pretended to lick his hand and slick his hair back,,, catboy injun,,, you know the one)

xiaojun and hendery are such panicked gays they just turn to stare at whoever else is around and make that “help” expression like they’re on the office

haechan is haechan, kinda doesn’t mind it

jeno is used to dealing with this at this point

lucas and yuta love the attention but while yuta will flirt right back lucas is just gonna smile and try to jop his way out of there while screaming

sungchan will go hide behind haechan and say “hyung they’re being dumbasses again”

this turned into ‘how would nct react to you and jaemin being super flirty together’ and i’m not sorry

Chenle

chenle is so fun to write i love him lmao

okay so

he doesn’t strike me as the possessive type with anyone other than jisung (bc i swear he can be a bit jelly towards his bestie but i think it comes with sungie being the sweetest bean ever, he’s just protective)

he’s such a ray of sunshine and witty jokes and dolphin laughter i love him

back to the plot

he literally couldn’t care less about you biasing someone else

b u t

i will say there’s an exception

this exception is tall, kinda lanky, very awkward and born on the 5th of february

you’ve guessed it, it’s jisung

i think most of the time he’d tease THE SHIT out of you for it because c’mon

you had 22 chances not to mess up

and you still somehow ended up biasing jisung? lol do better next time

and this is not me and chenle hating on jisung, please—

he’d just find it funny that your bias is his best friend and

hold the fuck up

your bias is his best friend

oH NO NO NO NO NO

i think after realizing that he would lowkey try to keep you two apart because he’s somehow jealous of both????

and if he can’t help it then you can bet your ass he will be screaming all along

it’s his sweet, dummy jisung

with his sweeter and dummier y/n

what is he going to do

probably has a mini-breakdown with kun because like he’s always wanted you two to get along bUT NOT LIKE THAT

kun will just sigh like the tired father he is and pet his back while saying “there, there”

and a genius idea is going to come to chenle’s mind

you know the teasing thing?

well it’s upgrade time

he’s gonna turn into such a try-hard with tmi and embarrassing shit you two have done

and he’s not trying to stop you from being friends

he just wants you to like

know who you’re befriending

bc i think since he’s really really close to jisung, he doesn’t want you getting closer to him bc you like his idol side alone

and he doesn’t want jisung getting close to you just because you’re his partner either

if you had high hopes for each other and ended up kinda falling face-first into the ground bc it was nothing like you had imagined—

he’d be so broken

because he loves you so much :((((

so like, if you can get past the teasing and annoying barrier he’s putting up, he’ll be more than happy to have two of the most important people in his life being buddies

so get ready for it

if you’re the type of person to go batshit crazy when you drink, oh boy, oh boy

so you and the dreamies are just having dinner when lele feels like it’s the perfect time to disclose some of your drunken adventures

“hey y/n”

“yeah babe?”

“remember that time you got really really drunk on vodka and candy and wanted to call your mom”

“chenle the hell don’t talk ab—”

“but then you tried using the microwave as a phone”

“...”

“or that other time you were equally as drunk and watched the make a wish mv and cried because you noticed the height difference between xiaojun hyung and lucas hyung”

yeah so now’s the part you get up to chase him around the dorms and try to land a kick

BUT WORRY NOT, HE’LL MAKE SURE TO EMBARRASS JISUNG JUST AS MUCH

he likes doing that when it’s just the three of you though

so picture this

movie night the girls boys

chenle would 100% pick the most terrifying horror movie he can find so that he could see jisung clinging to whoever’s closest to him

and then right before a jumpscare, he’d whisper like

“jisung”

“w-what”

“why don’t you do that thing you were doing while you slept last night”

(honestly, i’d be mildly scared if i heard lele say this with no context at all)

and then the jumpscare happens and jisung is nearly fainting and crying at the same time

but chenle is laughing

and trying to get out what he wants to tell you between wheezes

“he-he” <dolphin wheeze> “hE WAS SINGING CHEER UP BY TWICE WHILE SLEEPING” <more wheezes>

and look this is just gonna go on for weeks until you and jisung are over it

and stop being weird and awkward around each other

lele needs you two to be bros ok

so be bros

once you do adapt to being pals with your bias i think chenle would take the teasing down a notch just to make you more comfortable

and like he’s so happy now the three of you can hang out and there’s just no tension

happy chenle is the thing i love the most i swear to gods

and if you don’t adapt to it?

well,,,

i honestly think he’d be pretty disappointed, cus it means to him one of you isn’t ready to fully embrace the weirdness within????

and like what u scared of

jisung is a weirdo, what about it, so are you

either that or he’d think you’re maybe being judgemental

so yeah please accept jisungie and your dumbass boyfriend

then everyone can be besties

i love thinking about the three of you as just this hellbound chaotic trio

because chenji already wreak havoc wherever they go as the two of them

but now that you’re coming along,,,,

no neo would escape from your pranks ever again (and even members of other groups lmfao watch out sehun, i’m talking to you)

and it’s so incredible infuriating in a good way that it just turns to be endearing

you’re cute as fuck so no one gets actually mad with the shit you pull????

which is dangerous, someone should really keep an eye out on the three of you

we don’t need sm to be on fire

well we kinda do cus they’re pretty bad but not my point

i said somewhere above that chenle would tone the teasing down but i don’t mean he’d stop

bc c’mon guys

he’s chenle

no limits here

but sorry, i really cannot write jealous!chenle cus his heart is just too pure and filled with joy for him to be jealous for real

last scenario?

chenle after a comeback stage: ya y/n, i was gonna ask how was my performance today but you were probably more focused on jisung’s arms right

jisung is choking on water somewhere behind you

Jisung

it’s maknae time <plays i.n’s maknae on top>

i don’t mean to picture jisung as being like

ridiculously innocent or just downright naive because i really dislike it when people do that

he’s a literal 19 yo and jaemin himself has said he’s not as innocent as we think lol

however

i do see him as being quite new to all things love

i think you’d probably be his first partner and with first relationships comes a lot of other firsts

first kiss maybe, first time holding hands, first time being jealous….

first time being jealous, yes, focus on that

i don’t think jisung would be aware that like

you not biasing him is even a possibility

cuz you’re dating

doesn’t that come along????

ah poor baby i love him

if you biased chenle i think he’d be just

disgusted and weirded out but okay?? you do you i guess???

he’s comfortable enough with lele to not feel intimidated

but if it’s another member

ESPECIALLY one of the oldest ones

i think it would be a blow straight to his confidence

you biasing ten, kun, taeil, taeyong, doyoung or johnny and maybe yuta would make him feel a bit hesitant and concerned

his first thought would probably be that you don’t like being with someone as young as him

and who knows, maybe you’re even younger than him, maybe you’re the same age, but what if you actually like older guys??

what about him then???

and jisung doesn’t mean to feel so worried and insecure, ok, pls understand where i’m coming from

first relationships normally take like a very long time to build trust and acceptance of the other person’s feelings bc it’s literally a whole new world for you

and that goes extra hard for jisung because he is so fucking whipped for you it’s still hard to believe you like him as much

and it absolutely does not cross his mind that you’d cheat on him with your bias, GODS NO

he really respects you and his hyungs

so no, never

that’s not a thing that can happen

but you realize you’re too good for him and maybe see he doesn’t fit your ideal type?

well, yes, that’s what he’s thinking

probably goes straight to chenle or renjun (he talks about renjun so much asjahj) to vent and ask for advice

i think they’d be surprised to see what’s going on inside his pretty little head because it’s so obvious for everyone that you just adore jisung

and they do tell him that

however, i don’t think it would completely calm his nerves, and again, this has nothing to do with not trusting you

it’s just that

his hyungs are so cool…

HE CAN’T HELP IT OK

would probably try to mirror your bias (i’m saying it’s taeyong for the sake of what i’ve imagined ok) and like

grasp onto some of his qualities?

so in his mind taeyong is: nice, sweet, caring, amazing, perfect, smart, perfect, sexy, mature and did i mention perfect

i can see him trying some new rap styles that mimic tyong’s a bit???

like would lowkey learn his raps from cherry bomb and superm’s one and listen to recordings frequently to pick up on how taeyong does it

i think he’d also just change the way he acts in general to dodge a bit from his maknae image

so now he tries to speak with a more formal-ish language and learns random facts about things you like to seem more intelligent???

“good morning y/n, you look as beautiful as one of voiello’s paintings today :]”

“wait i thought that was a pasta brand”

he’s just trying to show you he can be mature and serious if you want him to

long story short, he’s not acting like himself (not that he’s childish, he’s just out of it) and you don’t like it, so you ask about it and wait for him to feel comfortable with sharing

when he does talk about it breaks your heart so much :((

you’re going to need some patience to try and show him you’d choose him, and not your bias, even if you had the chance

they’re completely different people and you love him BECAUSE he’s jisung, not for any other reason

please reassure him so he can go back to acting like his authentic self, i think it would be such a relief for him too

your words and affection are obviously enough for him, but if it ever happens that he feels especially low and insecure again, it would help if your bias talks to him too

and taeyong wouldn’t have a problem with it

actually, scratch that, taeyong probably knew what was going on all along

he just has that motherly 7th sense (ay) that is even more acute with the dreamies cus like

127 has him, wayv has kun, but dream has…

the dreamies

and that, my friend, is terrifying

anyway he’d come to talk to jisung asking like “what’s wrong buddy :(“ and sungie would be a bit ashamed because it sounds so silly when you say it out loud

of course tyong wouldn’t judge him, and he just really has to tell jisung what is it you and he are always talking about

it’s him

“when they come around to talk and hang out here it all goes back to you, jisungie. they can’t spend one second without mentioning your name

it’s so cute; it’s always like ‘oh jisung would love this’ or ‘jisung likes it that way’

so please be kinder to yourself and let yourself see that they’re in love with you, not with me and not with any other member they ever mention”

jisung would feel 10000000% better

and smiley

and giggly

and oh my god do you really talk about him that much

LOOK HE’S BLUSHING

would just go over to your house immediately and hug you, burying his face on your neck from behind you

and not let go

ever again

the whole situation just teaches him a lot about accepting your love for him and not questioning it

shut up i’m not crying

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final notes: this was my first work after the humanity series and it was so fun lol i think next up is probs gonna be an ideal type scenario for ot23 (but if i really write it i’m gonna post it by subunit and its gonna be way shorter than this, don’t expect 23K words at once lmao)

if you’ve enjoyed this fic please consider reading my humanity series, which is a zombie apocalypse au with kun <3

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odos-bucket · 3 years

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So to continue my thoughts on Clark and Bruce adopting Jason together (begun here)

They go back to crime alley the next day. Bruce brings a copy of The Scarlet Pimpernel for Jason, who seems vaguely surprised to see them again. He isn’t as wary as he had been when they’d met in the middle of the night, and even sits beside Clark when they get onto the bus (though both end up giving their places up to other passengers before they can reach their destination).

At this point Clark and Bruce are focused on the idea of getting Jason enrolled in school, so the intention with this get together is to familiarize him with some potential institutions. Bruce was up all the previous night researching Gotham boarding schools, and reaching out to faculty members.

Despite all the preparation, the whole thing goes terribly.

Jason seems fine on the bus, but is tense and anxious during the actual school visits. He’s engaged by the classes and lectures he sits in on, but overall feels out of place, and is distrustful of pretty much everyone he ends up interacting with. He’s feeling conflicted, because he loves school, and he knows he’ll be pissed at himself forever if he really has this opportunity and ends up letting it slip by. But on the other hand he’s justifiably paranoid about perceived kindness from strangers (and yeah maybe it’s a little easier to trust Superman than it would be just anybody, but he still doesn’t really know the guy). And even if there isn’t some hidden catch to the offer, he’s not sure he can get on board with living somewhere where there’s a curfew, where his activities would be monitored. The idea of ceding any amount of control in his life at this point makes his skin crawl. He figures he owes it to himself to at least see if this is something that could work out, but goddamn if everything about it isn’t overwhelming and kind of horrifying.

And that’s all before other people start making themselves problems. Everywhere they end up going there’s bullshit to deal with from students, teachers, and administration.

Because of course the people running facilities designed to cater to Gotham socialites don’t treat Jason right. Even with freakin’ Batman and Superman with him he gets suspicious glares and withering looks.

None of that is any less than he expected. What really gets Jason is how put off everyone seems to be by his questions. He comes into every office with a list of things he’s curious about (Batman isn’t the only one who stayed up the previous night to prepare). He wants to know what percentage of the student bodies are there on scholarship, how the meal plans work, what the curfews are, how tightly regulated students’ time is outside of classes, what his life would be like if he put it into their hands.

The administrators don’t like the ‘interrogation’. Which is absolutely insane, because really they should expect any prospective student to have questions. And they should be prepared to answer them. That should be a part of their job, right??

But there’s this attitude of, “We don’t need to explain ourselves to the likes of you,” of, “Just be grateful you have a place here at all.” And that’s what puts Jason over the edge, has him realizing that this isn’t something he’s going to be able to deal with.

It’s after he gets more or less the same reception at the third place they’ve visited, that he finally just has to leave. He can’t take it, he can’t stand it, he has to get out of the office before he bites somebody’s head off.

He gets outside as quickly as he can, and feels some relief breathing in the fresh air (fresh by Gotham standards at least). He feels so stupid for believing he could have this. Really he should have known better. And he hates feeling stupid more than anything.

Superman trails out after him. And Jason can’t figure out what he’s still doing here. And he’s embarrassed to be upset in front of him. And he’s angry that he feels embarrassed when he doesn’t have any good reason to be. And-

“Jason.”

His name ends up cutting through the disorientation he hadn’t quite realized he was experiencing.

Superman is in front of him, just far enough away that he can’t reach out and touch him. Jason stares at him.

“This is shit,” he says, trying to keep his voice casual.

“What happened?”

They had offered to go in with him to meet the dean of the first school. Jason had turned them down, and they hadn’t offered any of the subsequent times. He hadn’t exactly been keeping them apprized of what was going on either, even though questioning him wasn’t something they had given up on after it had failed to yield anything the first time.

“The same thing that always happens,” Jason says. “No one really want someone like me at their fancy school.”

Superman’s eyes narrow.

“What happened?” He asks again. “What did he say?”

“Doesn’t matter… Look, this has been fun and all, but I kinda just want to go home. So if you don’t mind-“

Batman appears with them as quickly as he’s able to disappear. Neither see where he comes from. He’s just suddenly walking toward them, meeting them, and continuing on without slowing down.

“We’re leaving,” he grunts.

Jason hesitates briefly, confused. But then his thoughts catch up to him enough to realize that leaving is exactly what he wants to be doing, and he hurries after Batman.

The heroes are deeply engrossed in their own conversation as they make their way off the grounds. It’s soft, and urgent, and Jason assumes it has something to do with the fate of the world, which he’s vaguely interested in. But he doesn’t think they’d appreciate him asking questions about things that don’t directly concern him. So he says nothing.

As they get closer to the street he realizes he’s not sure what happens next. He’s feeling tired, and frustrated, and he both really wants to be alone, and doesn’t want them to leave him. Mostly- at least so he tells himself- he wants to make sure that they don’t leave him without bus fare. He’s pretty sure they’ll give it to him if he asks, but he’s also hoping that he doesn’t need to ask.

Once they’re off the property, Batman turns around to face him.

“Jason, I’m so sorry. I don’t know exactly what Dean Sterlins said to you, but if it was anything like what he was saying while I was in there, it was way way out of line.” He starts off sounding tired, and ends up sounding angry.

Angry grownups are something that Jason generally tries to avoid, but Batman’s anger doesn’t feel particularly dangerous, and as he goes on it shifts into something more like urgency.

“Please believe, we never would have knowingly put you in that situation. I- Were the others the same?” There’s a hint of resignation in his tone that suggests he already knows the answer to that, so Jason doesn’t feel the need to do more than shrug.

Batman sighs, and it comes out as such an unexpectedly sad sound that he almost snorts out a laugh.

“Why didn’t you say something before?” Superman asks gently.

Because he had been holding out a stupid hope that if he stuck with this long enough he might find something worthwhile. Because he didn’t want to give them a reason to believe he’s more trouble than he’s worth. Because it didn’t occur to him that they might genuinely want to know until literally just now.

He shrugs. The heroes exchange a look.

Jason’s grip on the book Batman gave him tightens slightly, and he clears his throat.

“Look, uh, I’m sure there’s somewhere else you guys need to be. I appreciate you taking the time to…” He gestures around. “You know.”

“There’s no where else we need to be today,” Superman says.

“Oh… Okay?”

“There’s one more place we’d like to take you,” he continues. “If it’s all right with you. It’ll be the last one.”

Jason wrinkles his nose. He kind of just wants to go home at this point. The optimistic ‘maybe the next place will be different’ feeling he’d had at the beginning of the day has long since shriveled. And curling up with his new book sounds pretty nice right now.

But at the same time, the last three visits have all included opportunities for free food. It stands to reason that this next one will as well. That should make it worth it even if he already knows with near certainty that they can’t be heading somewhere where he might actually have a future. Plus, Superman has this dumb, hopeful look on his face that it’s hard to say no to.

So he takes the bus with them to a fourth location. The ride’s a little less than half an hour long, and the building they arrive at looks different from the campuses they’d been to earlier. It’s not huge. The architecture is pretty simple by Gotham standards. It’s more immediately recognizable as a school.

They go inside, and Batman stops to exchange a few brief words with a woman in the front office.

“There’s a seventh grade English class starting in about ten minutes,” he informs Jason afterwards. “Would you like to sit in on it? We can meet back here afterwards.”

Jason agrees eagerly. This was the part of the last three trips that he’d actually liked. Maybe he can get in and out without needing to sit down with any deans or headmasters.

He attends a class where the students aren’t wearing uniforms, where he gets a few curious glances, but no lingering glares. He gives a note from the woman at the front desk to the teacher, and a few kids offer him greeting nods or smiles before the lecture begins.

The class is more than halfway done, and he’s been deeply engrossed in a discussion about The Giver- which he has never read, but now fully intends to- when all the observations he’s been making about this place click together.

The class ends, and he meets his chaperones back in the hall- where Superman is entertaining a group of ten year olds- to inform them of his realization.

“This isn’t a boarding school,” he says, once the rest of the kids have shuffled on to their next classes.

“No it is not,” Batman agrees.

Jason scowls.

“I stopped going to regular school for a reason,” he reminds them. “I can’t do this. As in literally can’t. I tried!” He’s trying not to sound upset, but it feels like they’re teasing him with this one.

“School’s a lot to manage without a stable living situation.” Batman says.

Jason huffs out a low agreement.

“So we were thinking…” He looks around, as if confirming the hall’s emptiness, before stepping into Jason’s line of sight. “We were thinking you could come and stay with us, and we could bring you to school here.”

Jason’s mind doesn’t process the offer fast enough for him to react immediately. Even once he’s sure of what he’s heard he thinks he must be misunderstanding. He looks up and at each of them try to draw clues from their expressions, their body language. It’s nearly impossible to do with Batman. Superman looks open, honest, and… hopeful. But that’s how he always looks, so does it really even mean anything?

Unable to make any useful interpretations, he asks the only question his mind has been able to form.

“What?”

“Would you like to come and live with us?” Superman says clearly.

Jason continues to stare for several seconds.

“Both of you?” He asks, because that’s interesting, and far easier to comprehend than the idea that someone might want him.

Batman clears his throat, and Superman-

-Superman blushes, which is enough to distract Jason from all the bizarre turns this day has taken.

“And, um, and our son,” he adds. “We have a son. He’s about five years older than you.”

The gears in Jason’s brain turn and click together.

“Robin,” he says quietly.

The vigilantes exchange uncertain looks, like they’ve been doing all day.

“Nightwing now,” Batman says, barely loud enough to be a whisper.

Jason just nods, because this is insane, and despite being born and raised in Gotham, he doesn’t always have a prepared response to insanity. A long moment passes, and all three of them stare at each other.

“Y- you want to foster me?” He says the words so so carefully, like he could chase the reality of them out of existence if he misspeaks, like he’s sure he hasn’t understood them properly.

“We do,” Superman says, quickly enough that the breath that had caught in Jason’s throat as soon as he’d gotten the question out can escape before it gets the chance to make him light headed. “We really do.”

Jason can’t imagine how this will work. He’s pretty sure it’s not a process that can be undergone with fake identities. Does that mean they’re willing to let him know who they are? Or maybe there’s some kind of exception for super heroes. He understands the procedure well enough to know that it’s bound to be a bureaucratic nightmare.

“Yeah,” he finds himself saying before he’s done thinking it through.

Today has been weird, and exhausting. But he likes this place. And he’s pretty sure he likes these people. And really, he would be crazy to say no, wouldn’t he.

“Let’s try it.”

#batfam #batfamily #superbat #bruce wayne #clark kent #jason todd #dc #my writing #batman #superman #batman and robin

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xeo-kunsatan · 3 years

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MonsterOlympics One Shot +13 (Part 2)

This One shot is divided in parts because is long as hell XD, as well this contains many racy jokes, black humor and swearing, if youre sensitive with this humor i recommend you to not read this shit, as well this One shot is just for fun. (Sorry this time i have no illustrations, im Lazy, use your imagination XD)

Nobody have expected it, Farley and Toralei run quickly to hug eachother, they

were really happy to see eachother again.

The Students from Monster High were surprised because their most problematic and devilish Classmate was acting completely lovely with surprisely a Dog, something unusual in her especially for her pals Purrsephone and Meowlody who didn't understand their friend's behavior.

Cleo The Nile

Daughter of the Momy

Age: 5843 (or more)

Gender: Female

Species: Momy

Cleo: I cant Believe what my Beautiful eyes are watching...

Pinky: Me too Sis... Me too..

Farid: here we go again...

Claw: Mew?

P&M: Meww~

The Twin Cats went close to Them catching their attention.

Purrsephone and Meowlody

Daughters of Werecats.

Age: 16

Gender: Females

Species: Werecats

Purrsephone: You most be her Frrriend's brotherrrs~?

Farren: didn't you know that she was a friend of a Dog?

Meowlody: she told us something similarrr before, but we thought it was a joke knowing her.

Farid: well for more surprising it seems, it's true.

Purrsephone: do you know since when they meet eachother?

Farren: since we used to be pups living in the streets, one day we found her escaping from a store-man, prepare yourself because this part will make this part long.

Flashback.

The street of Monsteropolis was chill, a group of 3 Poodle puppies where looking for something to eat.

Farren: Agh I'm Hungry, and you?

Farid: *sob* i think i have a hole inside my stomach...

Farley: Calm down brothers, maybe we can go to Madame Ghoulasha's shop to ask for food. you know the trick, We Knock the door, we will use the puppy eyes effect against her and she will give us food.

Farren: i still don't understand why that trick works that well.

Farid: isn't obvious? We are pretty adorable but More me~.

Farren: *chuckles* aren't supposed to have a "hole inside your stomach?".

Farid: Hey! I'm Hungry but I'm still fabulous.

Farley: Guys look!

Suddenly the puppers found a shop man ogre chasing a kitten with a bottle.

Mr Ogre: Come back here you stupid mutt!!

Toralei: as you wish!

Mr Ogre followed the kitten to a dark alley

Farley: we can't leave them like that

Farren: Are you Serious!? It's a Cat!!

Farid: Eww yeah, what if they has fleas?

Farley: We have fleas too..*shows them a flea walking through his paw furr* and she needs our help, remember Stray animals always can help other stray animals.

Farren: but what if they doesn't thanks us?

Farley: We can throw them to the sewers

:3.

Farren: okay let's go.

The 3 puppies followed the Ogre to the Alley.

Mr Ogre: *manages to catch her*

Gotcha!

Toralei: No!!

Mr Ogre: Hah did you thought that you would escape from me?.

Toralei: Hssss!!! Let me go you bastard!!

Mr Ogre:*takes a razor* or what?

Toralei:..*gulp*...

Mr Ogre: heh your journey ends here kitty- agh!?

The Ogre was about to end with the kitten life but he suddenly was stopped by the tackle of the triplet Poodles, making him faint and drop the kitten.

Toralei: Mew!!

Farley:*catches her* Gotcha! Are you okay?

Toralei: T-thanks, *sniffs him* wait.. are you a Dog!? *Jumps off*

Farid: "your welcome" hmp!

Farley: Yes we are dogs, but i didn't wanted to leave you alone and less with that man about to make Cat-Hash with you.

Toralei: Well.. i usually can escape by myself but.. still, thank you.

Farley: at your service miss.. uhh

Toralei: Toralei Stripe, and you arrre?

Farley: My name is Farley, and this are my brothers, The sour one is Farren.

Farren: Hey!

Farley: and the Narcissist pup who is looking his reflection with the Ogre's razor is Farid.

Farid: who is a pretty puppy? I am! ÙwÚ.

Farley: and i am Farley, together we are the Fluffy Gang.

Toralei: Wow you are all a team, nice to meet ya, I wish I could have my own mates, my older siblings were all adopted except me...

Farley: don't worry, you can come with us and be part of the Gang!

Toralei: Yay! :D

Farid/Farren: What!? D:<

Farley: you can come with us the Time you want until you found out your own mates.

Toralei: Oki Doki! :D

Farren: Farley what the fluff!?

Farid: Whyyyy?~...

Farley: Aww c'mon guys it would be fun.

Farren: i don't think she would like to come with us.."we have fleas"

Toralei: I have Fleas too :D.

Farren: Ok Fair enough.

Farley: Well lets go >:3!

Suddenly the Ogre started to wake up

Mr Ogre: You Little-..

The Cubs: No D:<! *pulls out his cords*

Mr Ogre: What the-!!!... AAAARGHH!!

The Ogre fell from the stairs of another Alley, by then break his neck in the last step, dying in that moment. The Fluffy gang and Toralei didnt believed that they really killed someone.

Farid: *Panic Attack* Oh no! Oh no! we killed him! What we will do!? im too younger and beautiful to go to Jail!! D,:>!!

Toralei: Me Too! D,:<

Farren: *Slaps Farid* Farid Calm Down! this is not the moment for your whines!

Toralei: What we will do Farley?...

Farley:...Uhhhh... look! there is a tip to the sewers, we can throw the body there :D!.

Toralei: Good Idea >:D!.

Farren: Are we Literally ignore that we killed a man?..

Farid: *Sighs* at least we will not go to Jail ;w;

Farren: Ok lets do this!..

Then The Fluffy gang and Toralei with effort, they managed to threw the body of the Ogre to the sewers so anyone will not notice their crime.

Farren: Well, the Job is finished... what now?

Farid: Oww im Still hungry ....

Toralei: Guys, that man had a shop with full of food, thats where i taked the Bottle with milk wich is not in the ground...

Farley: Ok lets go for some snacks! :D

The Fluffly Gang and Toralei: Yay :D

Flashback Ends.

Farren: And thats How we meet Toralei

Farid: Cute isn't?

Meowlody: a little...

Purrsephone: we literrrally thought it was a joke.

Meowlody: And i cant believe that you killed a man..

Farid: We were just babies, we didnt know what we are doing heheh~

Claw: hm?

Meowlody: and this little one?

Farren: Its Claw, His Dying mother gave him to us to save him from the hunters, so he lives with us as a younger sibling, The Principal Stratos usually overprotects him.

P&M: Thats so cute from you part mew~

Claw: *sniffs them* mew

P&M: *sniff him* ...

Claw: *purrrs*

P&M: Awww

Farley: I cant believe we are finally together

Toralei: Me too! ;w; *Purring* I missed you so much!

Farley: *Waving tail* I missed you too!

Frankie: Its so Cute to see this...

Meanwhile..

Manny Taur

A Fucking Minotaur Bully

Age: 17

Species: Minotaur

Gender: Male

Manny: Aww look at this, what are you supossed to be Rabbit?

Bradley: a Vampire/Jackalope Hybrid

Manny: Hah! Vampire!? but youre so tiny

Bradley: well at least the size your dick compensates the size of your brain and intelligence..

Manny: *blushes* How dare you!?

Bradley: well.. its part of your biology..

Manny: Thats it you are Death!

Frankie: Manny No!

Manny was about to Hit Bradley (wich didnt seem scared) but suddenly he was attacked by Skeebo before he would hurt his beloved bunny.

Skeebo: Dont you dare to hurt my boyfriend!

Manny: Your Boyfriend? *chuckles* dont play dumb, you are a fox and Foxes eats rabbits like him!

Skeebo: *Whispers* Shh shh please dont expose what i do with him everynight~

Bradley: im an Arctic Hare not a rabbit...wait*blushes* Skeebo!

Skeebo: Sorry Dear~

Manny: you guys are gross...

Frankie: Thats Enough Manny, do you want me to tell Minnie about your Behavior?

Manny: Oh no! Please dont tell my sister!...

Skeebo: Heh... he is afraid of his sister~

Manny: At least i have a sister

Skeebo: !!!......

Bradley: You son of a Bitch! how dare you!? just because you heard the most of us are orphans doesnt give you the rights of making fun of Us!

Frankie: Wait.. are you Orphans?..

Skeebo: Thats it!...

A Fight Started between Manny and Skeebo, but it was stopped by Miss Bloodgood and Stratos.

Bloodgood: You 2 Stop!

Stratos: You both will go to detention!..

Manny: Thats why Maze High is a bad copy of Monster High, the Students here are all Awfull!!

All: *Gasps*

Claw: *Cries*

Farley/Toralei: What did you said!?

Farren/Farid: You will pay for this!

Betrayus: calm down.. not here!

Skeebo: You said that because at least all of you have their own families...

Bloodgood: Manny Taur...you will be grounded by the rest of the event, the meeting is over..

Stratos: Mistress Bloodgood...I am so sorry for this..

Bloodgood: No no... its not your fault, *sighs* i will correct my student.. Good luck in the event..

Stratos: Good luck for you too...

Manny: *gulp*...

Stratos: Me too...

Frankie: Oh gosh.. i am so sorry..

Skeebo: Its Okay.. we are all used to be seeing like this..*Leaves* Bradley: Skeebs...*sighs*.... its true... While me as some less of my classmates.. mostly of them are all orphan.. for it they basically live here..

Frankie: Ou... i have no idea..

Bradley: Its okay.. as my boyfriend said.. we are used to be judged by other schools... and... Mostly of that students from other schools have their own families...*follows Skeebo*...

Frankie: *Sighs*

The meeting ended and the Monster High Students returned to their homes, while the students from Maze high returned to their dorms, an exception to Farley and Toralei wich where in the school garden trying to calm down Claw.

Farley: Awww Claw dont cry, he will not hurt you.

Toralei: when i see him, i will scratch his ugly bull face so nobody will recognize him not even with the passaport.

Claw: *sob* *sob*

Toralei: Dont Cry little Fella, that awfull bull will not hurt you anymore *pets Claw*

Claw: *Purrs*

Farley: Thank you Toralei, maybe im tired of the boring boomer of Stratos but he still needs a rest.

Toralei: You dont have to thank me, this fella needed it.

Farley: thats right...*Blushes* Its so nice to have you here..

Toralei: *Blushes* Ahh.. yeah i feel the same, heh

Farley: You want me to accompany to your home?

Toralei: Nah, i can go by myself, cats loves nocturnal walks.

Farley: W-w-well see you tomorrow..

Toralei: S-see you T-tomorrow...

Toralei left the gardens to return to her home, while Farley was watching her leave still blushed.

Farley: *sighs*

Claw:*giggles*

Farley: what?..

To be Continued..

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izukyu · 4 years

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𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐚𝐬 - keigo takami x reader

this is a birthday gift for my crackhead wine aunt, @waddle-yee. katie i love u so much it’s unreal! i hope you enjoy the crumbs m’lady!

reblogs are appreciated bc i worked really hard on this, heart eyes.

pairing - keigo takami (hawks) x reader.

word count - 2.3k.

warnings - very vague manga spoilers for pro hero arc, possibly ooc hawks, swearing, and just. a lot of fluff.

summary - hawks needed to gain the public’s hearts once again, and attending a charity event seemed like the way to go, but falling for the cute artist in charge of him wasn’t something he planned on.

★ - requests are open

“your ratings are falling, hawks”

being bothered during his lunch break wasn’t something keigo was particularly fond of. the one time of the day he could let loose in his office, ruined.

“is that so?” he could only hope his agent would understand his words in the midst of his chewing, making a point he was only half-interested in the newsletter.

“the hero public safety commission reached out, you need to get your approval up again before they intervene.”

keigo gulped.

what a mouthful. they were never good news - the last time keigo met with them he was deployed as a spy, for crying out loud. needless to say, he was still their subordinate, and rejecting their demands was nothing more than a heavenly reverie.

“so, got any ideas?” keigo put down his plastic plate, lamenting the unfinished state of lunch.

“well, there’s this charity event coming up, and they’re calling for - ”

“i’m in! send me the time and place and i’ll be there,” sadly. it’s not like he had any personal vendettas with charity events or the public per se, but the simple fact he had to be shoved into one to please his superiors was enough to leave a bitter taste in his mouth.

next time he’d attend to one of his own accords.

“i’ll send it to you by email.”

keigo gave the poor intern a frown, his eyebrows drawn. “just send me a text, sheesh.”

maybe if he had paid more attention to the text then maybe he wouldn’t be stuck in this quandary of graphite and stillness

“you do this to every guy you meet?”

you scoffed, eyes never once leaving the canvas before you. “yes, every model i work with is required to stand still, if that’s what you were wondering.”

keigo was glad he put on a smile from the start, or else you would’ve chewed him out for moving too much.

the event was still a couple weeks away, but portraits don’t grow on trees. in all fairness, keigo was a killer model - every magazine featuring him sells out within the hour, and the photographers he’s worked with never fail to shower him in compliments and praise.

his charm didn’t seem to carry on to drawings, apparently. as you’d put it before, he was but ‘an over-energetic city pigeon that would chase around little kids for fun at every given opportunity’.

oddly specific, but it got a chuckle out of him.

“i’m almost done, so just stand still for a little longer.”

“won’t be a problem, dove, i’m already a pro,” keigo had to suppress another snicker as you hid behind the canvas, your face growing warm at the dumb pet name. another tally for hawks in his imaginary scoreboard. although standing still for longer than ten minutes wasn’t something he could see himself doing ever again, teasing you would definitely be a must in the near future.

anything for your flushed, annoyed expression.

“your wing did the thing again.”

of course it did. keigo wailed silently, dreading the sound of your pencil meeting the cotton before you, scratching and imposing.

the passing of time seemed like a foreign concept the longer he posed in front of you, amber eyes preying on you. every movement, every speck of graphite staining your hands, forever engraved in his mind. you didn’t question his sudden quietness, too engrossed in finishing the first of many portraits you’d have to make for the event.

would every other hero be as jittery and energetic as the man standing before you?

would every other hero grow uneasy at the idea of standing still for no longer than fifty minutes?

“alright, you’re good to go.”

startled, keigo nearly fell off the small stool. “oh, was that all?”

you felt your eye twitch, choosing to ignore his wit, “it’s weird to think your portrait will probably go beyond five digits, someone’s gonna willingly pay to have those bushy eyebrows in their living room.”

keigo choked on his spit, coughs laced with laughter overruling the silence of the studio. “where did that come from?”

with a shrug and a triumphant smirk, you start to usher him out of your studio, “it had to be said, but you’re still cute, so i wouldn’t count it as a loss!” there were projects that needed your undivided attention and care, some with scary deadlines, and a birdman wasn’t exactly someone you needed to prioritize now. “see you at the event, yeah?”

“wait, hey, i wanna see what it looks like - ”

“no can do, have a great afternoon!”

before he could protest, he was already out and gone from your studio, the door nearly slamming on his wings. without much thinking, he turned around, his knuckles grazing against the door repeatedly. “c’mon, not even a sneak peak? i promise i won’t tell!”

someone clearing their throat behind him tore keigo away from the piece of wood in a heartbeat.

“endeavor-san, nice meeting you here! y’see, i left something inside, and i was just knocking so - “

“i don’t want to know.”

what was it with today and everyone interrupting him?

keigo snapped his fingers, “copy that.” from the corner of his eyes he spotted a neat pile of presentation cards, almost begging to be noticed and put to use.

fine, if you didn’t feel like letting him into your heart he’d just have to irk you over text.

knowing better than to bother endeavor again, keigo simply stepped out of the room, his fingers eagerly keying in the digits into his cellphone.

spoiler alert, it wasn’t you who texted him back, but your assistant was a delight, and set him up for another session after the event.

keigo has a strong, abhorrent opinion on wearing suits. they’re stuffy, constricting, and make his wings itch more than normal. despite having a custom-made, tailored suit, the sentiment of being under lock and key only ever went away as soon as he lost the jacket and shirt. something he couldn’t quite do in an event like this.

“what do you mean they’re running late?”

your second in command sighed, eyes still glued on their phone. from the brief texts they had shared, keigo would be proud to admit they’d found a friend in your friend, if that made any sense. “there were some supplies left in the studio, had to run back to get ‘em.”

keigo sighed. just what he needed in this trying time.

“but the portraits are already up if you want to check them out.”

oh.

among the sea of bidders inspecting the canvases on display, keigo’s feeble attempts to get a closer look were fruitless. his wings usually gave leverage when his height failed to do so, but flapping in such a close environment would bring more trouble than it’s worth.

with a defeated sigh (admitting to lacking in height was… disheartening) two of his feathers flew down to his feet, giving him the small boost he needed.

he most certainly didn’t expect to come face-to-face with himself.

minutes passed, and keigo remained under a trance. it was simplistic, the graphite morphing to cast an umbra on portrait-hawks. he could picture almost perfectly the light and shadow dancing together in both the canvas up for bidding and your skilled hands, the same ones that had left a nasty smudge on the back of his coat.

lo and behold, you were right, his unruly eyebrows were rather prominent.

“sorry for the delay, the traffic was horrible and the cab - don’t get me started on the cab,” you ranted as you walked through the busy hall, chanting apologies left and right. “the auction hasn’t started yet, right?”

“no, but there’s someone waiting for you.”

you furrowed your eyebrows. the people attending were either eager to see their favorite heroes in ritzy clothing or aching to take one of them home - in a canvas, of course. “don’t get me wrong, i love getting the work going, but i swear these deadlines are gonna be the death of me.”

“no need to fret,” keigo stepped down from his feathers, and you couldn’t quite read the expression on his face. happy? tired? finally becoming the paragon of tenderhearted? “i’m part of your schedule already, booked a sesh and all.”

“... you mean the one I just cancelled?”

his wings drooped almost comically, “the one you just what?”

teasingly, you pushed him back, consequently making him bump into someone else. “i’m just messing around, i’m actually looking forward to it.” you could only watch as he gave the person a brief apology, posing for a selfie milliseconds after. heroes.

“is that so? i thought i was a bad subject,” keigo tugged at his collar, making a mental note to burn the shit out of the suit once home.

“the worst, actually,” more people began migrating to the opposite side of the room before the auction started. “but you’re fun to be around, so i’ll manage.”

keigo couldn’t contain his smile this time. it wasn’t his signature snigger you’d have flooding your timeline after his photo sessions, rather just a simple, genuine tug of his lips.

“and maybe you’re kinda pretty, but you didn’t hear that from me.”

and just like that, the warm smile contorted into a smug smirk. “you got me there, dove! wasn’t expecting that to come out of your pretty mouth.”

you huffed, diving to give his cheek a good pinch before dragging him to follow the rest of the guests. “that’s one creepy way to phrase it. now take a seat, i’ve got to hand out a couple of endeavors and edgeshots.”

keigo, still savoring the compliment like a kid would with a sweet, took an extra second to process those words. “they got more than one?”

cut to his second private session. five minutes after your scheduled lunch break, some leftover fries and ice cream exiled to your desk.

“alright, something’s on your mind.”

keigo remained stationary. this time it was just a mere pencil in your hand, waltzing on the canvas without a worry on its nonexistent mind. calculated. precise. free. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

you sighed, tucking the pencil behind your ear, sparing the finished sketch a last glance before walking to the brooding bird before you. “your wings, they’re not doing the thing.”

“and what about it?”

“well, for one, it was much easier to jot them down, i can assure you they’ll look great once i paint them,” keigo shuddered as you stood closer, how did you even get a lead stain on your cheek? “but i think i know you well enough to deduce something’s up. you’re not even being a cocky cockatiel.”

keigo let out a long, long sigh. “i’m not a cockatiel.”

“and you’re not being yourself. c’mon, why’d you even come here if you’re just gonna be grumpy?”

a brief flash of cold, burning blue clouded his mind. “work’s getting to me, i guess.”

you weren’t a pro hero of any sorts, the only context you had regarding that chaotic world would come from whatever hashtag was trending, and the occasional hero dropping by your studio to talk business. nevertheless, you knew how to spot and comfort a gloomy friend.

“you wanna paint yourself?”

“what?”

that seemed to get his attention, and it brought a smile to your face. you bit your lip eagerly, “i need to go get some paints, but you look like you need some cheering up, so you’re not leaving this room without painting your own portrait”

keigo’s lip trembled involuntarily, your words tugging at his already-soft heart. “i’ve never - i’ve never touched a paintbrush in my life.”

“woah, not even at school?”

“homeschooled.”

your hand moved on its own, ruffling his naturally messy hair. “i’ll get you acrylic paint.”

he could only tap his foot anxiously in your absence, running a hand across his face. the commission, as per usual, found great joy to bother him through day and night, almost as if his suffering tickled their ribs. keigo wouldn’t mind playing the part of the asshole kid who took tickling way too far when it came to them, hero regulations and spy work be damned.

not to mention the dust-up he had with a certain cremated acquaintance a couple days back, leaving him featherless and vulnerable for a whole day.

but as you approached him once again, a number of paints cradled in your arms and pockets, keigo could feel the weight in his shoulders slowly mitigating.

“okay, what do you think feels like the way to go?”

thankfully, his wings could twitch to their content while wearing your apron. he would’ve been just fine painting without any safety measures, but your flabbergasted expression urged him to realize clothes are expensive.

keigo gripped the paintbrush with one hand, the other holding a red paint tube, “this can’t be rocket science, i got this.”

your boisterous laughter as he squeezed some paint straight into the paintbrush told him that maybe it was rocket science after all.

“it’s not a toothbrush, keigo!” god, he loved his name rolling off your tongue.

“oh my god, next time try cleaning the paintbrush before you start to paint with another color.” he was certain your giggles could keep him going through endless crimes and stacks of paperwork.

“hey, that’s cute, you’re using different colors for your suit.”

keigo chuckled, “can’t have the piss color scheme spicing up my living room.”

that was the final straw, and you both rightfully lost it. leaning into each other to prevent falling to the floor as a result of raw elation. even your snorts were adorable, your babbling a melody to his ears, and shrieks of amusement making his heart thump faster.

at the end of the day, keigo left the studio with a gorgeous painting, as you’d generously put it. the first time he’d truly felt unbound to everything to be forever remembered with a mess of colors and sloppy strokes hanging proudly atop his bed.

the first time keigo ever felt truly free on canvas.

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anika-ann · 4 years

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Of Muffins, Coffee and Other Miracles - Pt.2

Of Coffee, Brownies and-- Frack

Pairing: Matt Murdock x reader Word count: 2210

Type: Two-shot, reader insert

Warnings: swearing, tons of fluff and cheeky/cute Daredevil/Matt

Summary: You’re a secretary at Landman and Zack, having an office on the same floor as the interns. You notice one of them (which you might and might not have a crush on) seems down lately, so you decide to cheer him up the only way you can come up with. You bake muffins; right after your life is saved by a cheeky vigilante.

Part 1

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“Wild night out?” a male voice made you snap from your dozing and you straightened in your chair with a startle.

Oh shit. Oh fuck, you were so fired.

You look up to the man who addressed you, relieved it was only Foggy – one of the interns. He wouldn’t report you, right?

“Uhm… not sure I would call it wild, but… strange for sure.” Not every night you get to be kissed by a vigilante, even if only on your temple.

“It wasn’t drugs, right? Because drugs are bad,” he whispered, looking around for anyone who could hear. You smiled at him tiredly.

“I know. Not… that kind of strange. What can I do for you… Foggy, right?”

“Yes!” he confirmed cheerfully, until his smile fell. “I’m sorry, I don’t think we were introduced. You’re…” he eyed the name on your desk, repeating it dutifully.

“That’s me,” you confirmed with a nod. “What can I do for you?”

“Oh! Right. My friend, Matt, he’s interning with me here, I’m sure you saw him around. He’s… well, blind.” Oh, I did see him around. “Usually, he gets the copies of the files in braille, but today… whoever is the good soul doing it for him forgot or something and… I have no idea where to find a braille printer here and you seem to know your way around…? And you also look like you’re not gonna fire me for asking.”

You found yourself smiling in the presence of the cheerful man. “Only if you promise not to tell anyone that I was basically sleeping.”

“Deal.”

“Thanks. You have the file? I can print it. Honestly, anyone who knows where to find that printer or how to use it wouldn’t have the authority to fire you. Just send it to me and I’ll drop it in your… your…” you stuttered, unsure how to finish that sentence.

“You can say it. It’s a closet.”

“It is, isn’t it? But which one?” you played dumb, because… reasons. You shouldn’t have known where they were, you didn’t need it. Why would you? Yeah, I’m sooo subtle…

“Oh, the one down the hall.”

“Okay. Just e-mail me the file number and I’ll deliver.”

“Really? You’re amazing.”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” you laughed nervously. Amazing. You didn’t think – scratch that, you were sure your boss never called you that, and you were saving his life on daily basis; he wouldn’t even sign a paper unless you handed him the pen.

“See, that’s where you’re wrong…” Foggy pronounced, pointing at you. Then he seemed to realize something. “You said not many people know where to find that printer?”

You shrugged. “Not really, I guess. It’s on the fourth floor, but it’s next to impossible to go there unnoticed by people guarding printers and they are bitch to talk to, so if you ever need anything just tell me, I’ll do it for you. I’m sure your life is enough depressing in that… cubicle.”

“Hm… okay, thanks a lot!” He spun on his heels, walking out.

Weird.

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Dropping off the files in the right closet, you were confronted with… your crush. You might have not realized it before, but… yeah. You were confronted by Matt Murdock himself and you were suddenly very sure you had a crush on this man. Crap.

The thing was… he was his typical self, which meant… really charming. He stood up from his desk when thanking you, learning your name, shaking your hand. He gave you one of the nicest smile you had ever seen, his grip firm, but gentle; you just stuttered when saying ‘nice to meet you’, stumbling out as quickly as possible, shaking your head over your own inability to communicate like a normal person.

One thing you noticed about Matt that day though was that he had a rather angrily looking gash next to his right eyebrow – whether he ran into a door or something else happened, you didn’t know. But you were glad you had baked the previous night, secretly leaving your backup lunch to ease the blind’s man pain.

You were stuck hungry because of that; you couldn’t make yourself regret it.

You were a hopeless case.

And a liar on top of that, because you had said it wasn’t ‘like that’ just few nights before. Perfect.

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It was raining that night, so you didn’t leave a snack for the vigilante who apparently kissed crime victim’s temples. Maybe the next night.

Or never, because he would avoid you forever, realizing that you were as far from his Lois Lane as you could be. Which was probably a good thing.

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You looked up from the screen at the sound of someone knocking. It was unusual – the door was always open, so people normally just waltzed in.

Matt freaking Murdock was standing in that open door, holding his walking cane and a cup holder in one hand, his other hand on the glassy door. You blinked in surprise at the sight. And god, he was such a sight for your sore eyes…

“Anyone in?” he asked carefully and you fought the urge to face-palm. He couldn’t see you watching him – which might be a good thing, considering you were shamelessly staring.

“Yes! Hi, Matt. What can I do for you? Someone forgot to print case files again?” you wondered when you gathered yourself.

He smiled, turning your direction, walking towards your desk.

“Uhm, no. No, I came to… say thank you.”

Did you hit your head in the shower this morning?

“Uhm. You’re welcome, it really wasn’t a big deal.“ You mentally praised yourself for so many coherent sentences. His smile only grew wider.

“Here. Uhm, I was told you were a bit tired yesterday, so I figured you might appreciate a coffee. One’s black with sugar, which should have ‘B’ on the cup, and the other one is vanilla latté with ‘V’. I had no idea which you might like.” He held out the holder for you to choose.

You had definitely hit your head. What the hell? Or rather… what the heaven?

“I… you really didn’t have to do that, Matt. That’s… thank you, but… it was just a file. Anyone would do that.”

You found the V cup, taking it hesitantly as if it could explode in your hand.

“Well, for one, that’s not true, especially here, and… it’s not just for the file,” he offered with a cute smile.

It wasn’t the smile that sent your heart racing. Well, it was, but also the thing he was implying— did he somehow figure out you were his… secret muffin-maker? Well, shit.

“I’m not sure-“

“People by the printers on the fourth floor are next to impossible to sneak by – that’s your words, not mine. Next to impossible, but not completely. That suggests you know how to do it. I imagine the bosses wouldn’t be happy finding out you’re using the printer to write notes for miserable blind interns, so sneaking under radar it is.”

You pressed your lips together, squeezing your eyes shut, cursing mentally. And out loud. “Frack.”

“So, you know. Thank you. The muffins were delicious. They did make my day much better,” Matt assured you and an unfairly warm feeling spread in your chest. Maybe it wasn’t such a disaster he found out.

“There’s no way I’m finding a way to prove you wrong, is there?” you sighed. “You should reconsider your career choices, you would make a great detective. Glad it worked. I know that muffins can’t fix all the problems of the world, but occasionally, they can save the mood.”

“Not wrong there. I... uhm… the coffee is the best thank you I’m capable of. I hope my debt is paid.”

Well. That made more sense. “You didn’t have to-“

“That came out wrong. I wanted to say thank you, to erase a potential debt, because I was…”

You tilted your head to side, waiting what brilliant end that sentence would have. For once you weren’t the one who apparently didn’t know what to say.

“I was wondering if you would want to go for a coffee sometime? Or a dinner, maybe? Not as a thank you.”

Throw the incapability to speak up back on me, why don’t you. You blinked in utter shock, your knees buckling a little. Come again? “Not… not as thank you. You’re… you’re sure of that?”

“Hundred percent positive.”

You were certain you heard wrong. Which was easily possible given how loud your pulse was in your ears.

“Oh. Uhm… yeah. Okay. Sure. Just… just to be clear, since it’s not a thank you-“

“It’s a date. If you want it to be,” he added quickly, his confidence slightly shaken.

“If I want it to be…” you muttered under your breath incredulously. “Is the sky blue?”

“You tell me, it’s been a while since I’ve seen it last time,” he replied, grinning. He was so not supposed to hear that. Dammit.

“Oh my—… yeah, last time I checked it was still blue.”

“I’ll take that as a yes, then.” He shoved his hand into his pocket, pulling out a phone, holding in out for you. “Would you enter your number in it, please? First name’s enough. I’ll call you.”

You finally set your cup down and took the phone from his hand, still not quite believing this was happening. Your fingers brushed his lightly when doing so, nearly sending you into a cardiac arrest. Jesus.

“Sure. You don’t have a distaste for black coffee right? Because I can totally switch the cups, I haven’t even sipped mine yet,” you mumbled as you were entering your number.

He laughed. “I like black coffee.”

“Noted. And number saved.”

You returned the phone to his extended hand. “Thanks. Dinner or coffee? I would offer a lunch, but the muffins appeared during lunch-breaks, which suggests you’re not leaving the office.”

“Detective, seriously. Dinner?” you asked, unsure.

“Dinner it is.”

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Dinner it was. And an amazing one. Matt picked the restaurant wisely – nice, but not too expensive, because neither of you were exactly rich (not that it mattered, because Matt was a gentleman who wouldn’t let the woman pay for the food, definitely not on the first date) and that way you could have a dessert without remorse; financial one anyway.

Matt saying that your muffins were better after eating a chocolate brownie was just the icing on the cake of how… sweet he was. He was even more wonderful than you had thought, but despite becoming a lawyer and working between the sharks, he was a down-to-earth person. Not playing any… leagues. And you had fun. His sense of humour was refreshing and he was apparently more than capable of smiling and laughing as cheerfully as his friend. He was a freaking sunshine and you found yourself drawn to the warmth and light like to a magnet.

He walked you home, looking almost disappointed that the night was ending, which was a sentiment you shared wholeheartedly.

“If I wasn’t so full, I would invite you upstairs. I have muffins,” you whispered as his hand travelled up your arm, wavering in the crook of your neck and he leaned closer to you.

The corners of his lips rose a little higher at your note and you were honestly regretting he was still wearing his dark red-tinged glasses. You would like to see his eyes to complete the picture.

“Well, I would say I’m sorry, but I’m actually glad. I… I really enjoyed tonight. I wouldn’t want to screw up.”

You could tell he hesitated, his thumb caressing your neck in silent question. You leaned in as well. ”I can’t really imagine you screwing it up, Matt, no matter what you would do. Unless you‘d wake me up now.”

“Is that a permission?” he breathed out an inch from your lips.

“It’s a plea.”

He met your lips softly, retreating too soon.

“Please, don’t wake me up,” you mumbled, not sure you wanted him to hear it.

“This is a goodnight kiss,” he reassured you lowly, kissing you again, caressing your lower lip and making your knees unfairly weak. “We’ll work our way up to a good morning one. If you’d like.”

You brought your hand to the back of his neck, keeping him close just in case he was getting any ideas and you returned the kiss, nibbling on his lips just a little. He let out a content sigh, his fingers tangling in your hair, his body shifting closer to yours.

“Probably sooner than later,” he mumbled against your mouth, making you smile and hum in agreement. You added ‘excellent kisser’ to the mental list you were making about him. Hot. Sweet. Gentle. Funny. Smart. Ray of sunshine. Gorgeous smile. Likes black coffee and my muffins. Never should stop kissing me.

He met your lips for the last time, withdrawing with a smile, his thumb running over your jaw.

“Goodnight,” you whispered, licking your lips to savour the taste of his own.

He pecked your temple lightly, wishing you the same.

‘Familiar,’ you added to your mental list and your heart, fluttering until the moment, started hammering in your chest wildly. Familiar voice, familiar smile, familiar gestures-

No, no, no, no, no. That was ridiculous. You were projecting again, you were-

“Clark?” you chocked out, perfectly aware of how stupid it was, expecting Matt to shoot you a puzzled look and ask you about your possible ex or something.

Except Matt did no such thing. Instead, he froze and said just one word that meant you were somehow, in some impossible way, right.

“Frack.”

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honey boy. jaemin (m)

popular kid! jaemin x popular kid! reader (fwb to lovers! au)

GENRE: angst, fluff, smut

WARNINGS: explicit content, oral (m&f receiving), overstimulation, fingering

WORDS: 15.3k

Jaemin thinks you’re cute and gets the worst idea possible to get close to you, thanks to Lee Donghyuck.

Na Jaemin swiftly made his way through the crowd in the halls to check out his poster which was designed by his friend who’s an ‘aspiring artist’ according to him, Huang Renjun. “Why did you write ‘Everyone vote for me!’ that sounds so selfish.” Jaemin groaned and jokingly hit Renjun’s shoulder. “Because, my friend, you need the clout. You’re never winning against her.” Renjun glared at the girl at the end of the hallway, Jaemin followed his eyes and saw you standing with your friends, surrounding your poster on the notice board.

Y/N, the girl who has been the class president since the start of high school. Perfect grades, looks to die for, the cheerleader and a heartbreaker. Jaemin looked away, “Oh.” He rested his forehead against the locker and mumbled, “I’ll manage somehow, you just wait and watch.”

“Dude, I have no idea what the fuck you’re gonna do but just don’t embarrass yourself.”

“I’m not a dumb fuck, just see. I have my ways to win.”

“Hotpot for you if you win.”

“Bet!”

The month of October, the perfect weather, the time when nominees are announced. October is one of everyone’s favourite months. Nomination announcements with an aftermath of cat fight in the hallways along with messed up halloween party in their wooden floored auditorium with stereotypical decorations done by the sophomores.

The trees outside were not entirely hues of red and orange yet. The newly softened mud were the acorns - from green to pale brown, none yet the rich hue of children’s story books. The air was cooler with a tincture of earthiness - just a hint that brought to mind the cozy evenings and warm soups to come. Jaemin enters the school premises with obvious eye bags and dark circles, his backpack almost hanging off of his left shoulder. He slowers his pace and Jeno looks back at him, confused. “What happened?” Jaemin takes a 180° turn before even explaining to Jeno, attempting to leave him confused. He heard the footsteps coming closer and closer and eventually halting infront of him. “Good mornin— are you okay?” You ask, the smile fading into a look of concern. “I played games with Renjun till 4am, maybe that’s why? I don’t know.” He reasoned, his voice stuttering.

“Damn. Anyways I actually came to say good luck, you know the class president thingy.” Jaemin cracked a tired smile, “Yeah that, I’m gonna try my best! Really excited about it to be honest.” You show bright smile yet again and show him a thumbs up before disappearing into the crowded classroom. “Man I don’t think you’ll win if she’s nominated, I’ve heard so much shit about her.” Jeno looks at jaemin while he shoves his thick chemistry books inside the locker. “I mean I know she’s all that and shit but I’m not that bad you know.” Jaemin teases.

Later that day, Jeno sat on the edge of Jaemin’s bed, his eyes not moving from the plasma screen infront. Jaemin’s whines were a like an annoying and obnoxious background music to him and Donghyuck. “I swear, she manipulates the votes, it’s not possible that she has 112 and i have 89 only! Y/N literally does nothing!” Jaemin runs his finger through his brown locks. “Shut the fuck up, if i lose against Jeno one more time I’ll literally eat your food for the entire year.” Donghyuck spats, his eyes fixed on the plasma screen. “She’s a teacher’s pet, hosts good parties, is nice, gets good grades, heard she’s a really good kisser. What else do you need?” Jeno snorted. “Did I mention hot?” He adds.

Jaemin sits with his legs crossed on the floor, bundles of messy gaming consoles, wires scattered on the floor in front of him, “Dude did you kiss her or something?” Jaemin laughs.

“Are you dumb? I said I heard, maybe this is why you have zero votes. Renjun should’ve been nominated if he actually studied properly unlike you.” Jeno scoffs.

“Wait a damn minute, what does being a good kisser have to do with getting votes?” Donghyuck finally replies and looks away from the screen for the first time ever since he came into Jaemin’s room. “She’s getting free votes from the dudes.” Jaemin sighed. “Maybe you should stop playing with my FIFA.” he adds. Jeno and Donghyuck’s banters along with Jaemin having a mental breakdown while sitting on the floor was interrupted by Donghyuck’s phone.

“Mom i am so sorry! This is the last time i swear, it’s never happening again! I promise!” Donghyuck said on the phone.

“Oh shit it’s 11pm, I didn’t even realise, his mom is gonna beat him up today! Atleast I can sneak in through the window, as long as my sister doesn’t sell me out.” Jeno whispers and starts packing his bag. “Yeah you guys should leave, my mom is probably mad.” Jaemin said slowly. “Don’t stress yourself, this isn’t gonna do anything except giving you extra points for college.” Jeno said and pats Jaemin on the shoulder.

“Yeah now leave, before my mom is going to beat your ass!” Jaemin’s mom may or may not have scolded him or having friends over since 4pm. He left his mom’s room with an half assed apology. Sighing he picked up all the glasses and plates with half eaten pizza on them which Donghyuck left behind. He made sure to clean them up, so that his mom doesn’t throw tantrum early in the morning right after he wakes up. He finally sits on his bed, wearing his Ryan pajamas which he’s too shy to wear infront of other people and too shy to admit that he’s 19 and still wears it. he scrolled down his Instagram, just updates on the votings, halloween preparations and graduation preparations which he wasn’t sure why. Graduation is still months away.

He suddenly thinks about you after seeing a selfie of you with a classmate he recalls to be, hyunjin. You have good sense of humour and he gets why boys and girls are crazy over you. Jaemin had once considered asking you out back in the last yes of middle school when he was only 15. Till this day he still thinks you’re of the most interesting person he have come across in this school. You texted him that night to tell him good luck yet again, your conversation varied from complaining about Mrs.Kwon to finally coming clean and telling Jaemin how stressful it is to be the class president and that you don’t wanna continue doing this anymore. You were glad that Jaemin had promised to not tell anyone.

The next morning you regret wearing your school’s summer uniform, a white shirt along with a navy blue tie and a black skirt. You clutched the straps of your bag tightly as you felt goosebumps forming on her exposed legs. You turned your head to the gaze of Heejin, “Good morning! I’m not really sure why you’re wearing this—” the dark haired girl scans you from head to toe. “My mom forgot to put the blazer in laundry, and my pants are too tight. I need an appointment with the school tailor soon.” You say.

With more than 45 minutes left for assembly and 50 minutes for class, Heejin, you and Yoorim, who was forced to come to school today, decided to seat on the bleachers “Guys I’m so fucking stressed, I don’t know what to do for halloween and literally no one has asked me out for prom!” Yoorim complained. “There’s still like 5 months left for prom— and maybe i’m stressed about halloween too.” You said with a shaky voice. “Y/N are you okay? you’re like not even shivering anymore, you’re literally shaking.” You replied with a weak smile plastered on your face, “I’m gonna be okay! It’s just the fucked up early morning weather. I’ll be fine. Let’s talk about halloween or maybe votings.”

“Yeah speaking of votings, Aren’t you excited about being the president again? Maybe minus the fact that Mr.Jang literally makes you stay in this shithole till 5pm.” Heejin joked. “Yeah you’re right, that shits painful as fuck.” You said and quickly turned your head to see the new group of people walking towards the bleachers on the other side. It was Jaemin and his group of friends, clad in the school’s infamous black blazers. They sat on the other side of bleachers and you were pretty sure he hadn’t noticed you. You were lost in your own thoughts, in your own world, you couldn’t bother listening to your friends blabbering about prom which was a months away and halloween which was weeks away. Jaemin gives you a small wave across the field, immediately making you look away. Biology class, aka your biggest fear and your 5th period of the day. You tried your best paying attention to Ms.Son explaining the structure of oesophagus but the leaves falling and blowing in the winds outside kept distracting you anyways. Not to mention, Na Jaemin sitting a few seats away from you, rushing to copy whatever Ms.Son is saying. You realized that day Jaemin was ethereal. You would be ashamed to admit it or maybe you won’t even admit it even if you were held at gunpoint. Jaemin felt the strong gaze on him and looked back at you, making you quickly look away and pretended to hear Ms.Son’s oesophageal lecture. “Pssst Jeno! Fucking Lee Jeno!” Jaemin whispered. “Y/N keeps looking at me!” “Isn’t that what you wanted?” Jeno whispered back and went to copy down his notes again.

Few days later you found yourself cleaning the classroom after school that day. You weren’t bothered enough to have a proper conversation with a few other people from your year doing the same thing, you just wanted to go home, have left over kimchi fried rice and take a big fat nap.

You quickly mopped the floors, cleaned the windows and not to mention cleaning the extra unhygienic nasty bathrooms. You even had to clean for someone else she didn’t even know, because they called in sick the last moment. You clutched your bag strap’s tightly around your shoulder and walked out of the school gates. the glowing sun, a crisp circle in the bloody sky, illuminated a quivering path across the huge buildings. It was almost dark. You quickly grabbed your phone and took a quick picture, you loved sunsets. “Hey.” You were startled and quickly looked behind to meet the eye’s of the honey boy standing right behind you, still wearing his school uniform. his faded blonde - almost brown hair, his glowing skin, his cheeks a faded shade of pink, almost like the sakura blossoms of spring. And the same old big smile. You almost felt like you were in love. A feeling you felt for the first time in years. “You didn’t leave yet?” You asked quickly, concerned about the boy who had left school almost 3 hours ago. Jaemin awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, “I figured we can get some ice cream or something like that? But it completely slipped out of my mind that it’s Thursday and you were assigned to clean!” You couldn’t help but smile. You felt July’s summer heat forming on your cheeks. You had never met a boy this nice in your entire life. None of your ex-flings or even ex-boyfriends waited for you on your assigned cleaning days. “But—”

“I know it’s weird to get ice cream in the middle of October, but the new shop around the corner has really good raspberry and green tea ice cream! I actually tried the green tea one last week.” Jaemin cut you off and quickly defended himself.

“Yeah i get it! But why were you waiting for me?” You made sure to emphasise the “you”

“Oh—um—to talk about the votings maybe? And why not? It’s not a crime to catch up with a classmate!” He said sounding pretty.. embarrassed. You smiled weakly at him, “Well I am sorry but,” you checked your wrist watch, “It’s almost 6 and I have to do tomorrow’s History assignment, the one Mrs.Lee gave on the Korean War? It’s due tomorrow.” you replied. “Ice cream plans cancelled then.” He said frowning. “Um do you perhaps want me to walk you home?” Jaemin said breaking the 5 second long awkward silence.

You’re glad he initiated the conversation about walking you home. You felt unsafe, since it was cold and already dark outside. “Sure! I was kinda feeling unsafe, it’s almost dark. I have never really stayed at school for so long actually.” You said and started walking down the road. You felt at ease to know that there was someone right beside you, walking. You kept giving Jaemin side glares. This boy was too pretty, almost like an Angel. “My house is here! I can go on my own. Thanks for waking me home.” You looked at him in the eye.

“Ye—yeah. My house is around the corner too! Good night? Good evening? I don’t know what to say damn!” Jaemin made a quick joke which made you both giggle. “Alright see you tomorrow then!” You said and ran down the road. Jaemin watched your petite figure running and eventually not in sight anymore. He sighed and took the road towards the opposite direction. You wanted to thank Jaemin again. You felt the butterflies in her stomach right after looking at Jaemin’s table, filled with trays of the nasty bibimbap trays the school serves, notebooks, piles of devices; it was just a mess. You walked to your table with the bibimbap tray, the sad looking sunny side egg on top. “Bruh why do you keep looking back there?” Yoorim said and followed your eyes, “Oh- oh— is it Jeno?” She asked with a smirk on her face. “Do you like him?”

“What the fuck? No why would I like” you sighed looking around you to make sure no one’s hearing you and then whispered, “Jeno out of everyone?” “So who is it?” Heejin asked, her mouth stuffed with food. “Ugh it’s Jaemin—he uh walked me home yesterday and I couldn’t really say a thanks properly.” You explained. You looked behind again and saw the boy walking to the library with his Physics books and 2 other notebooks. You walked behind him, leaving your friends confused at your sudden departure and Jaemin was quick enough to notice you, making him stophis fast pace. You felt the heat on your cheeks again when you saw the boy infront of you showing the brightest smile you had ever seen. “Hey?” Jaemin walked towards you. “Are you going to the library?” “Oh—oh-me? I was going to study physics..yeah.” That’s when you realised your anxiety kicked in and had fucked up and a boy has never made you nervous ever in your life.

“Me too actually! I was going to study the Astrophysics chapter. I am done making the notes, do you wanna check mine out?” Jaemin said while going through his huge pile of notes.

You nodded and walked to the Physics aisle with Jaemin. You looked at him from the side, long lashes, a sharp nose, pink lips — you soon realised you weren’t being yourself when you are near him. You would lose your confident, independent self when you would be near him. Na Jaemin made you feel the butterflies in your stomach.

“Found it!” Jaemin looked at her, smiling with the huge book of astrophysics in his hand. “What’s your next class?” He asked you while going through the huge book.

“It’s PE, but I can stay behind and do these, if you’re okay with it.” You said. After hours of studying, and you getting lost in Jaemin’s ethereal beauty, he breaks the silence. “Do you wanna to go to this party? Donghyuck’s house? He said his parents are going to Busan tonight and returning on Monday.” “Sure!”

Donghyuck’s house was packed with all kinds of people going crazy, drinking, some even seen smoking in the corner. When you had entered the house, the smell of alcohol was quick enough to reach your nostrils and make you gag slightly; you were never a heavy drinker like your friends. You put your right hand reflexively on your throat and closed your eyes as you took in the scent that would surround you for the rest of the night. When you opened them again, your friends were already chattering over the loud music.

You and Yoorim were greeted by a slightly drunk, rosy cheeked Donghyuck “Good evening girls! If you wanna drink go to the kitchen, everything’s in there! and do anything you want as long you don’t throw up on this carpet.” He pointed at the black faux fur carpet on the floor.

Everyone were going crazy. The music was so loud that it made your skin tingle and your lungs felt like mush. The bass thumped in time with your heart beat as though they were one, filling me from head to toe with music. Atleast you liked the song.

Over the roar of music, a distant, hazy chatter could be heard. You couldn’t make out any words, but a familiar laughter rang in your ears and wouldn’t seem to stop. You looked around and your eyes met with Jaemin’s. “Hey we’re gonna go get something to drink!” Heejin chimed and dragged Yoorim along with her leaving you behind alone.

You suddenly felt someone’s presence behind you, not daring to looking behind, you waited for the person to make a move. “Y/N!” You felt a hand on your shoulder. You looked behind and saw Jaemin, clad in a grey shirt and skinny jeans. His hair in looked better than it did in school, you thought. “Hey— how are you?” You simply asked with a smile on your face. “I’m great actually, you look hot by the way.” His remarks made your cheeks burn, you knew your cheeks were probably the colour of a tomato by now. “Thanks, I guess”

“Do you wanna have some drinks?” He asked while walking with her to the crowded kitchen. Geez, Donghyuck invited the entire school, you thought after seeing all the familiar faces you had walked pass by.

“Do you want beer?” Jaemin pointed at the stack of beer cans and different bottles on the kitchen counter. “Yeah beer is fine. I don’t really drink much.” You said whilst Jaemin poured the the beer on the red plastic cup for you. “Damn really?! I heard you got fucking wasted in Hyewon’s party this summer.” Jaemin exclaimed and handed you the red cup.

“That’s so embarrassing, people still remember it. That was the day I tried vodka for the first time and then I couldn’t stop drinking! I had the worst fucking headache the next morning.” You recalled the memories and took a sip of your beer.

You can’t remember when you had lost your friends, when you had finished an entire bottle of whiskey and how you ended up dancing with none other than Jaemin. You felt his hands on your waist and your bodies moving in the same pace, you didn’t even realise when you had placed your head on the crook of Jaemin’s neck. This is the closest you have ever been. You were too drunk to even process what was going on at that point. You move your head closer to Jaemin. He stands frozen, from both fear and excitement. You leans in, your forehead rests against his, both your breaths are shaking. “You’re a really good dancer,” you say over the loud music.

The thing you knew, he had slammed his lips to yours and nearly knocked all wind from your lungs. You hardly had a moment to react before he pressed his tongue to the seam of your lips and, at her grant of access, delved inside her mouth. It was a very sloppy kiss with the strong scent of whiskey being exchanged in the intermingling of their billowing breaths. In an instant you had pulled away and arched up into his broad chest, moaning in the contact of body heat against your own, before you drew back into his lips. You could nearly feel the slight burn of the whiskey as it rolled off your tongue and seeped down your throat with every push of his tongue against yours.

You quickly pulled away, breathing heavily. You looked back at Jaemin, his lips almost bruised and a smirk plastered on his face. “Let’s continue upstairs ? Donghyuck’s room is fre—he was interrupted with another kiss on his lips. A drunk you replied, “As much as I would love to, we shouldn’t be doing this.” Atleast you were in your right state of mind, while being drunk. “Oh cool, let’s dance then. And you shouldn’t drink anymore by the way.” Jaemin said while you went to grab another bottle of vodka. “Last one! Please!” You made puppy eyes and kissed Jaemin on the cheeks. “No last one, you’re gonna rest in Donghyuck’s room.” Jaemin said and put one of your messy hair strand behind your ear.

Na Jaemin to you was like the golden champagne bubbles fizzing and crackling in the mouth like fireworks. He’s like the feeling of driving on a hot summer night with the windows down. The fuzzy blankets on the chilliest of nights. You didn’t realise when you started thinking about him 24/7.

And it wasn’t helping when he was a few metres away from you. You couldn’t stop staring at Jaemin. You noticed how he tried his best to keep up with the teacher, moving his hands quickly and copying down the notes. Occasionally looking behind and whispering something to Renjun, how he owns a Ryan pencil case. It had been 3 days since the incident in Donghyuck’s living room. The incident which made you feel rather…weird.

You still couldn’t be as enthusiastic as your friends merrily talking about halloween which is surprisingly only 15 days away. You stared at the cold fruit salad on your bowl, you can’t eat when your mind is pilled with thousands of different kinds of thoughts. “It’s decided I’m gonna be Sailor Moon!” Yoorim exclaimed and put a mouthful of cabbage salad inside her mouth. “Cool l’m probably gonna show up as a vampire..” Heejin sighed. “What about you?” She added and looked at you. “Me? I don’t know yet to be honest..” you said awkwardly and looked down at the school’s burgundy skirt. “Hey you’re so uninterested, is everything oka—

You immediately got up from your chair and slammed your hands on the table, “my head fucking hurts, please.” The entire cafeteria became silent, everyone’s eyes on you, wondering what had happened.

“Y/N, look i’m sorr—

“No I’m sorry.” You said in a small voice and quickly walked away from the cafeteria. You felt tears brimming down your cheeks as you walked past Jaemin and everyone in that cafeteria.

“Woah. Was she crying?” Renjun took a sip of cola from the can.

“I’ll see you guys in History.” Jaemin got up and briskly walked towards the exit of the cafeteria. He saw you in the crowded hallway entering the girls washroom. Jaemin sighed and took a sit on the cold surface of the stairs, waiting for you to come out. His mind was clouded with thoughts too, yeah he did like you, but the fear of getting his heart broken was taking over him. Maybe you thought of him as just one of your flings.

Jaemin soon saw you walking out, your eyes red and puffy, “Y/N! Are you okay?” He asks as he runs to catch up with your pace. You felt the butterflies in your stomach again and started walking in a faster, clutching the straps of your bag tighter, praying that the bell for the History rings at the moment. Jaemin was quick enough to run along beside you, “Stop ignoring me!” he huffed, catching his breath.

“What do you want?” You asked in a monotoned voice. “Let’s go somewhere quiet first, I’m scared you’re gonna scream at me.” Jaemin joked pulling you by your hands and walking towards the empty staircases. You felt that same way over again when his hands had touched yours, you felt like the feeling of euphoric laughter at 3am.

“Now tell me what happened.” Jaemin takes a sit beside you on the stairs. “N-nothing serious, it’s time for History anyways, let’s go.” You tried to change the topic. He took a glance of the wrist watch on his wrist, “We still have twenty minutes left for History, stop trying to change the topic and just tell me what happened.”

A muscle twitched involuntarily at the corner of your right eye, your mouth formed a rigid grimace. With arms folded tightly across your chest you tapped your feet on the stairs. There’s no way you’re telling him you’re stressed about a fucking kiss like a thirteen year old.

“Is it— is it about Donghyuck’s party?” Jaemin slowly asked, his voice suddenly deeper than it was like a few seconds ago. “W-What?” You almost choked on air.

“Look, we both were intoxicated, I’m sorry if i made you feel uncomfort— You don’t know what happened, you felt like your brain had a short circuit. Jaemin felt your soft lips on his. You kissed him and the world fell away. It was slow and soft, comforting in ways that words would never be. His hand rested below your ear, his thumb caressing your cheek as your breaths mingled.

Jaemin planned out a small tour to Daegu, a gesture to maybe earn some votes from his fellow classmates. You were not surprised to see how everyone were sneaking bottles of vodkas in. Mr.Kim too busy screaming at Jaemin for being late to notice.

"Damn it’s dark in here.” Heejin moved the thick velvet curtains out of the way and revealed a scenario of shy woods and hills. “Fuck, I’m so tired I woke up at 5am then ran to the station. and here’s the catch, I slept at 1 because my dumbass decided to pack her shit last minute.” You grumbled against the white pillow.

“I you to pack on Thursday.” Heejin said, a smirk on her face. “Shut up. I’m gonna sleep you can go and have lunch, and if anyone asks about me, just say I died.” You say and wrap the blanket around yourself comfortably. “Sure ma'am.”

You felt like you were in heaven. The comfortable fuzzy blanket, a soft bouncy spring bed and a soft pillow was everything you needed that moment. But your dreamland was interrupted when you woke up to the obnoxious bell continuously ringing. You felt like stabbing whoever it was, groaning and dragged yourself out of the bed.

“Who is it i’m sleepi—

"Hey.” Jaemin shoves a box of sushi towards her, “I couldn’t bring food from the buffet so I ran to convenience store for the sushi!”

“Thank yo—

"Don’t skip meals!” He ran away inside the elevator even before you could thank him.

Later that evening, you the hills, lost in the rhythmic percussion of hues of green and orange. Your eyes are steady to the horizon, face aglow with the last orange rays before twilight beckons the stars, lips bear the semblance of a smile, just enough to show that you’re enjoying your thoughts, whatever they may be.

Jaemin notices you standing alone, away from everyone screaming and taking photographs for their Instagram feed and Facebook profile pictures. He moves closer so that you feel his presence, yet stays quiet, allowing you to stay lost in the moment a while longer. You pull out your phone from the back of the pocket and start taking pictures of the sunset. You suddenly noticed the reflection of the boy wearing a black hoodie on the phone screen.

“Did you eat?” Jaemin leans down towards the railings of the cliff.

“Yeah. Thanks for it, I’ll pay you back soon.” You say and looks up at the boy standing beside you, observing the sun getting lost into the horizon. You think Jaemin looks the best during sunsets, it’s rays kissing his glowy skin, he looks at peace. Your heart swells looking at him, so you turn your head to face the hues of green and orange instead.

“Did you take any pictures?” He asks and looks at the you who’s too busy observing the view ahead of them. the sound of other noisy students in the background echoing through the hills.

“No, I don’t have any makeup on..” You said in a small voice and started walking towards the crowd of other students a few yards away.

“Y/N you look good! I’ll take some with my phone omg.”

“Did you really just say omg out loud?” You burst into a fit of laughter and walk back again to join the boy who just embarrassed himself. You lean down on the railings and looks back at the boy, “take a picture, but from the back.”

And Jaemin does the most, he squats down on the ground and positions his phone to get a good snap of you standing against the railings with a background of the sun almost setting, the sky almost dark.

“Yeah I’m done!” Jaemin smiles happily like a child after getting sweets and stands up to proudly show you the pictures he took. “You’re a good photographer!” You giggled and noticed his smile growing even bigger. “Can we take a selfie? We don’t have any pictures together.” Jaemin suggests and looks over at you for approval. “Sure.” You smiled. He stands beside you. You smell like peaches, he thought. Your hair showing hints of brown as it reflects with the sun which is almost on the verge of getting lost into the horizon. Jaemin positions the camera and throws up a peace sign following by you doing the same too.

That evening you found yourself out of the room in the resort garden. Your friend, Heejin, kicked you out of the room to fuck that guy you’ve only seen in the hallways. You walked through the gates, clutching your phone tight. There was a circular lawn with a path around it, central bed of shrubs. Outside of the lawn area were four rose bush beds to fill up the square area. she quietly sits on one of the benches in the dark, away from all the lamp posts surrounding the lawn.

“Why are you here?” Jaemin suddenly plopped down on the bench beside her. “It’s almost 11:30?” he added.

“Why are you even here?” You replied with yet another question.

“Just wanted to walk around a bit.” He runs his hands through his brown dyed hair. “It’s boring because Jeno and everyone else bailed on me to go play monopoly and I can’t play that shit.”

“You really can’t play?” You snorted.

“Don’t laugh. I’ve been trying since I was 12.” Jaemin facepalmed. “You still didn’t say why you’re here.”

“Heejin has a dick appointment and she kicked me out.”

“Do you wanna hang out in my room? It’s really cold out here.” Jaemin offered, standing up and stretching his arms out.

You regret saying yes, you never knew Jaemin could be that talkative. He asked you to join him to go volunteering at a local nursery the next week. From all places in the town, it was the last place you will thought for to meet him. But you didn’t ask for more.

“Can I ask you something?” Jaemin said, his eyes fixed on you now. “About Donghyuck’s party and lunch.” His smile fading away now.

Your cheeks turned red. “O-Oh.” Yes, you would 100% kiss him again but you never thought he’ll bring it up seriously ever again. “I’m sorry about that.” Jaemin turned to look at you with an amused smile. “I’m just gonna be honest and say that I really liked it. Also…” He stood infront of you and took a deep breath. “Can I kiss you again?”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him softly before he could even speak. Making your tongues dance together, Jaemin ran his hands on your back to your hips, unbuttoning your pants. As small moan came from you as you felt his skin against your exposed skin. You kissed him with more passion as he was about to break the kiss to remove your shirt. You did the same, to be sure, nothing will stop you from tasting his lips. “Where first?” He asked catching his breath.

You didn’t reply right away, instead you dragged him close to the bed, hoping that it’s his bed and not Jeno’s. You take off your shorts before kneeling on the ground. At first, Jaemin didn’t get your intentions, but he understood and was about to remove his own trousers. But you stopped him and did the work. It was more sensual this way. You could already see his half erect cock through his underwear. “Come on Y/N, stop teasing me like this.” He groaned as space started to lack down there. You slowly take off what was left and took his cock in your hand. A moan of relief escaped his lips. You started to pump your hand front and back, till it was hard enough to take it in your mouth. Giving a lustful look at Jaemin, you kissed the tip of his cock, giving small lick on it. His cock twitched at the contact of your warm tongue and lips. His groans and whimpers make you craving for more.

But not yet. After teasing him, you opened your mouth and took him. Relaxing yourself, after a minute you were able to take him all inside. Jaemin tried to stay steady on his legs, till you made your move and he had to stop you to sit on the edge of the bed. “Y/N, you’re amazing!” He panted, his eyes shut. If the 4th floor in the resort was silent at first, it was now filled with Jaemin’s moans. Your body was demanding for more. As you felt him getting close, you ignored the sudden urge to touch yourself. He’ll have this honor. You kept working on sucking him more. Jaemin gently grabbed your head as he came in your mouth. “You’re really something else. What can I do for you?” He said trying to catch his breath. “Fuck me.”

“For sure I can, because my lovely lady, it’s your turn to get some fun.” He smirked. You sat on the bed (still unsure if it’s his or Jeno’s) waiting for him to make his move. He proceed to take off your underwears and play with your nipples first. You bite your lips. Pinching, sucking and biting them. “Jaemin… Please.” You begged him. Always sucking your breast, he ran one of his hand on your body to your wet core.

A gasp of pleasure escaped your mouth as he rubbed your clit, finally giving what you wanted. A part of you felt relief, put the other was demanding for more and more. Jaemin seemed to understand your craving as he pushed one finger inside. You rested your forehead on his shoulder while he was thrusting and rubbing your wet walls. Heavily breathing, you focused on each of his movements, when he pushed the second fingers. He went back to your mouth for a kiss.

“Does it feel okay?” Jaemin asked softly as he let his finger move in and out of you in a nice pace. A pace that wasn’t too slow or too fast.

You gave him a smirk as you let your hips start to move with his finger’s pace, “It feels great my little rebel,” you muttered out before letting out a moan when one of his fingers that wasn’t inside of her slowly moved up to your clit. Moving around it slowly and making you even more turned on than what you were. “Maybe you’re not as bad as I thought you were,” You added on after your moan died down and locked eyes with him. Seeing the hint of mischief disappearing in his eyes. “What do you mean?”

You smirked at that before leaning down to kiss him on the lips. His finger that was inside of you slowing down as you let out a tiny whine into the kiss, “Asshole, stop slowing down.” Jaemin stayed silent and he let his other finger move around your clit again,

your eyes falling shut when that happened because fuck did it feel good. Feeling him slip his fingers out of you completely though you whined again, looking up at Jaemin as he pulled away.

“Don’t call me an asshole yet,” He stated before moving his hand out of your panties. “Want to try something with you right now. Only if you’re okay with it though.” You raised an eyebrow, “Something?” You asked feeling a bit nervous for whatever he had in mind. “When is Jeno coming back?” You suddenly remembered about his roommate again.

“They’re playing monopoly, he isn’t coming back anytime soon.” Jaemin stated “Wanna eat you out now.” Listening to Jaemin, you felt your cheeks, your pussy maybe even getting a bit wetter too as you did your best to keep composed. Not wanting to show just how much you wanted Jaemin to do that. Not wanting to seem so needy over letting Jaemin do whatever he wanted to you. “Do it.” You said, your voice sounding shaky as your body decided to betray you. “For real?” “For real,” You muttered out before leaning up to kiss Jaemin briefly. “Sure?” Jaemin questioned and you hated to admit it sounded hot hearing him ask you that. Mainly because maybe you thought you heard a whine in his voice now. Jaemin grinned at your words, his fingers soon hooking in the waistband of the panties which he pushed down in hurry. Not wasting anytime as he moved himself between your legs once the panties were gone and you chewed on your lip hard. A tiny laugh coming out when Jaemin left a light kiss on your thigh because it tickled, especially when his breath hit that part of the skin.

“You’re ticklish right there?” Jaemin asked as he looked up at you and you blushed even more than what you probably already were. “Didn’t think you were ticklish anywhere.”

“Yeah well I guess I am,” You smiled softly as you looked down at Jaemin. “Now if you don’t shut the fuck up and do whatever you were doing—” His grin came back at that, “Never thought you’d ever give me permission to do what I want to do to you like that,” he muttered softly but before you could respond Jaemin’s mouth had made contact with your pussy, leaving a few light kisses. An action that had rendered you speechless. Leaving you only able to moan out as your eyes fell shut.

The feeling of being kissed down there was new but it wasn’t one you were opposed too and now you wanted more. More than just the light kisses that Jaemin had left.

Your wish soon comes true when you felt Jaemin slowly spread you open, his tongue sliding inside of you and as he began to move his tongue against it. You closed your eyes tighter. Letting yourself feel the new sensations that were happening.

“Fuck,” You muttered out as you felt his tongue on your clit, circling it like he had with his fingers. Though this time it felt ten times better than when he had used his fingers. “Feels so good Jae,” you moaned out as his tongue moved back down.

Opening your eyes, you looked down seeing Jaemin looking up at you through his eyelashes. Like he was watching you intently and maybe he was. Maybe that was his way of figuring out what you liked and what you didn’t but right now there was nothing about this that you disliked. You were liking everything that he was doing with that tongue of his.

“You’re really good at this,” You told him before moving your hand down towards his hair and letting it tangle in his brown locks.

Your words seemed to gave some sort of ego boast to Jaemin because not long after you uttered them, he began to use his tongue more. Soon letting one of his fingers slip inside and you once again shut your eyes, your hand pulling on his hair hard as you felt yourself getting close to an orgasm.

Your body wanting and needing that release. A release that Jaemin was all too eager to give you, obviously reading the signs that you were close because he let his finger move hard and fast inside of you. His tongue moving back to your clit where it mostly stayed.

“Oh god Jae yes,” You groaned out as your body shuddered slightly, toes curling a bit as your orgasm hit. After the orgasm had ended Jaemin slowly slipped his finger out of you, moving up until he was laying beside you. You turning your head to look at him.

“So I take it you liked that?” Jaemin asked though his words came out more like a statement and you were half sure his ego had probably gotten a bit bigger from already knowing just how much you liked it. Rolling your eyes, you only sighed, “I think it was very apparent I did Na Jaemin,” you spoke trying to sound sarcastic.

“I liked it too,” Jaemin told you as he leaned a bit closer. “Liked the taste of you and the faces you made,” he said his voice getting a bit lower before he leaned in even closer, kissing you on the lips again and of course you kissed him back. Not caring that his mouth had just been on you or that you could taste yourself on him. “So are you gonna fuck me or n—

The obnoxious bell ringing continuously, Jeno and a few other people’s chattering behind the door, it was obvious— you can’t fuck, atleast not now.

You quickly got up, trying to pick up your discarded clothes in different places on the floor and Jeno still ringing the bell.

"Jaemin, did you die?”

“No! I’m in the washroom!”

“What the fu—

You opened the door, giving Jeno a small smile and hurriedly ran towards the stairs ignoring the elevator.

"Why was she here?”

“We were just talking.”

“Is that dried cum on my bed?”

“No?”

“Jaemin I’m gonna fucking kill you.”

Jaemin got to learn more about you over the days. He learned about your love for puppies and kittens, how much you hate the ’battery acid’ Jaemin drinks, your love for garland of the most vibrant blooms. He noticed how much you love tea over coffees. He still can’t believe a person could name so many different types of flowers, he has learned a few, chrysanthemum, frangipani and many more he couldn’t even pronounce.

It was one of those nights again; hours and hours long conversations starting from puppies to school to their futures. “I wanna meet you, the last time I saw you was 3 days ago.” Jaemin pouted through your laptop screen.

“Let’s plan something for tomorrow? I’m free so it’s gonna work out.” You leaned back, sitting comfortably against the bed post.

“But I wanna see you right now.” Jaemin whined, resting his hands on his palms.

You stare at the bottom of the screen, “it’s 3:37, impossible.” You chuckled. Immediately decoding the meaning behind Jaemin’s sheepish smile. “You are kidding.”

“Nope. I’ll be there in 15 minutes, wear warm clothes!” Jaemin quickly waves you good bye before you could even open your mouth to complain. There’s no way you’re sneaking out at almost 4am on a Saturday night. You pace back and forth in your room and stare at the blank screen displaying the FaceTime logo. You hear a faint knock on the balcony door. Immediately knowing who it is you quickly open the door, letting Jaemin in. You felt the adrenaline rush in your blood stream. This isn’t happening.

Jaemin finally catches his breath and sits on the edge of her bed, “Can I have some water? Your balcony’s so high damn. I feel like I climbed up a fucking mountain.” You laugh, walking over to bedside table, grabbing the half empty bottle and handing it to him. “I drank alot of it and I’m too scared to go downstairs so stick to it.”

“Wear a jacket, we are going to the beach. Don’t worry I’ll drop you off before the sun rises.” Jaemin says while fixing his hair infront of the huge mirror. “If I get caught, I’ll make sure you’re grounded along with me too.”

“The way I’m about to risk it all for you” Jaemin snickered. “The fuck?” You hit him on the shoulder. “I’m just kidding!”

You let Jaemin exit first, you still could not believe you were doing something you thought you would never do. A shiver rushed down your spine, thinking about what you were going to do and there is no turning back.

“Be careful!” Jaemin looked up while you tried your best not to fall into the bushes. You felt goosebumps forming on the skin when a light breeze whooshed past you both. The streets empty, a few street dogs here and there, the old lamp posts flickering down the street. You felt at bliss. A feeling you never knew you could feel.

A faint breeze brushed against your sleepy face. All that was warming you up was the blue jacket and Jaemin’s hands around your shoulder. The beach was dimly lit, from the moon which reflected on the waves, creating a beautiful scenary. Jaemin was equally as quiet as you, observing the scenario. He felt your head rest on his shoulder, “Feeling sleepy?” he giggled finally breaking the silence. “No, maybe yes—but its so peaceful in here, so different from how it is during the day.” You spoke.

The sound of waves flowing closer and seeing them crash against the shore made you feeling at ease. Shuffling closer to him, you thanked everything that you were able to spend this moment with him. Perhaps tomorrow you wouldn’t see him. Maybe even the next.

“I have been coming here every once in a while since I was 14.” Jaemin weakly smiled at the scenery ahead of him. “Just when I’m happy you could say.” “Why?” You wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head on his shoulders.

“My parents used to fight everyday when I was in middle school, so I used to sneak out and just sit here for hours.” Jaemin said observing the sea. “My dad left without a word when I was 15 and I was kinda happy, not gonna lie.” Jaemin sighs, rubbing the back of your hands. “I’m sorry.” Is what you could say.

“It’s okay honestly. I’m over it.” he chuckled. “Anyways, the beach is cool at night, right?” He kisses the top of your head.

The eastern sky fills with blends of pink and blue, welcoming a new day. Dawn sent shimmering rays over the placid ocean, bestowing a golden path from the shore to the horizon. “Let’s go home my mom wakes up around 6.” Jaemin stands up brushing the sand away from his trousers. “My mom’s gonna be awake soon too, let’s go.” There goes a night Jaemin will cherish forever.

Everyone in school started crowding the auditorium, running around looking for the best seats like they’re going to catch the last bus of the day. The crowd were hungry for excitement after a days of votings and seeing the nominees do volunteering work in the hallways. They jostled for the best position, cheering and waiting for the winner to be announced. Most of them were rather mostly interested in having no classes the entire day and the band performances afterwards.

You took a sit on the front row, turned your head sideways and met with Jaemin’s side profile, fixing his tie and past it, all the other people spanning out in your view. she turned back to face front, the stage where the choir team were practicing for the day. “I’m really nervous.” Jaemin said still fixing his tie, you nodded and kept tapping your feet against the floor to the music coming from the stage. “Fucking hell, I can’t tie a tie!” Jaemin muttered leaving the untied tie hang around his neck. He leans back on the chair and lets out an exaggerated groan. “Who even ties your tie every morning?” You finally asked looking over at the boy with the navy blue tie around his neck. “My brother does it, he went to osaka with his girlfriend and some friends on friday and this is why i’m struggling.” “Help me.” Jaemin nudges. “I can’t do that right now. Maybe ask someone else?” You could, you just didn’t want anyone to see you tying his tie. “Fine..” he mutters and gazes around looking for a familiar face to help him out.

A speech boomed over the crowd, strident timbre of the voice, cacophony of applause and cheering, clapping, stamping of feet, palpable excitement buzzed through the charged air, infectious grins, spontaneous outpouring of emotion. Jaemin was still no where to be found. the principal, who’s nicknamed as “the hag” by the students is already on the stage giving long inspirational speeches. You looks back and Yoorim leans forward from the second row, “Where’s Jaemin?” Yoorim observes the auditorium trying to look for the brown haired boy. “I saw him with that junior Chenle like five minutes ago near the lockers. He’s gonna be back.”

“We are going to be announcing the yearly senior school president within a few minutes. we have Y/L/N Y/N, president since the freshman year, Jang Hanbin and Na Jaemin. Please a round of applause for these three who have worked so hard to make this place a better environment for us!” The principal’s voice echoed through the auditorium followed by claps in the charged air.

Jaemin walks slowly in the dark, making sure he doesn’t trip over all the wires from the mics resting on the ground. He quickly plops down on the chair beside seolmin and mutters a yes. “Where in the hell did you go?” You whisper. “Well I was with the exchange student, the yearbook photographer. What’s his name,” you interrupt him, “Chenle. Zhong Chenle.” Jaemin grins. “Yeah him, he was trying to take my pictures but I made a deal and said that he’s gonna tie my tie and I’ll let him take five pictures of me.” You facepalm. “So you were out there having a photoshoot?” Jaemin nods.

The tension in the air gets worse and worse and you could literally see Jaemin’s legs shaking. You rested your hand on his thighs, “I’m gonna make sure you become the president.” You assured him. “What?” he asks, a face of concern plastered on his face. “Shut up and listen to hag.” You whisper yell.

“It was a really good competition this year! a very fair one. Over the past ten year the results were never this close to each other and I must say, I’m extremely impressed.” Jaemin held your hands under the chairs. You looked at him but his eyes are fixed on the plasma screen which is about to display the results.

“We have Jang Hanbin at the third position with 198 votes, Na Jaemin at second with 202 and Y/L/N Y/N at first with 206. Congratulations!”

The cheers erupt like an auditory volcano. It is all quiet one second and then deafening the next, rising to a crescendo and then falling to a trickle before the same nervous tension commands silence once more in you. Your heart is beating fast, you honestly didn’t expect it when Jaemin hosted an entire trip for them. “Aye, congratulations!” Jaemin grins, showing you the most genuine angelic smile you have ever seen.

“Good morning everyone and our respective teachers. I’m Y/L/N Y/N from homeroom four. I would like to thank everyone who had voted for me and helped me achieve this honourable title. I’m disheartened to say that as much as I would like to help my peers and teachers in the campus I would like to focus on my studies more. So me, Y/L/N Y/N is resigning and handing the title over to Na Jaemin. Thank you.”

“What did you do that for?” Jaemin’s concerned figure pressed against the wall, the gold plated badge shinning brightly on his chest pocket. “You wanted to be one and I’ve been a president for like what? 4 years? Isn’t that enough?” You reasoned.

Music played by the band fills the air without effort, like the waves filling holes in beach sand; the sound rushing in and around every person in the room. some react to the beat, others continue in chatter. “Let’s go the field this loud ass music is hurting my ears.” You pull Jaemin by his arms before he could even reply. “Why are we here again?” Jaemin asks when you brought him to the empty fields. “Don’t know. I don’t like crowds so.” You sit on the stairs and pat on the flat surface beside you, indicating him to sit aswell.

“I’m really happy right now. I never liked being the centre of attention all of the time. I have heard so many rumours about me and some of them don’t even make sense.” You sigh. Jaemn rests his arms around your shoulders and shifts closer, “But you really didn’t have to. I honestly feel so guilty, but I really wanna thank you, so I’ll take you out for some barbecue tonight.”

“No no, you don’t have to.” You shift away from him and look at him dead in the eye. “My mom’s gonna be really happy when she sees this” He ran his fingers over the badge. “You deserve it, more than anyone els—” Jaemin cut you off, “you talk a lot.” he hushed you, before moving his finger, and pressing his hand against your cheek, giving Jaemin more support to push himself towards you, and connect your lips together. The kiss was soft, gentle, slow which only lasted for a few seconds before you shyly pulled away, “We’re in school!” You reminded him.

“Oops.” Jaemin pushed himself to his feet, brushing dirt from his trousers “I’m not feeling like going inside anymore, I’m gonna go home, what about you?” You stood up aswell, “Me too its boring anyways.” You both walk down the hallways past the lockers when you notice the only locker ajar is yours. You slowed down your pace as Jaemin jogged back to keep up with you. “What.” he looked at you. “The fuck is my locker open for? I remember closing it..” you quickly jog to your opened locker. “See if anything’s missing.” Jaemin peeks from the back trying to help you. “Wait— wait there’s a note? Who even writes these nowadays.” You snort. “Ooh girl out here already getting promposals! Read it.” Jaemin jokes and encourages you to read the note written on a page torn from the Physics notebook.

Jaemin leans the lockers behind you trying to take a peek of the note in your hand. “Pretty sure it’s a dumb promposal or some shit like that. I’ll read it later.” You say and proceed to keep it in the back of your school bag. “No please I’m really curious to see who writes a note nowadays.” Jaemin pouts and convinces you to read the note. “You’re so annoying.” You mumble and unfold the piece of paper. “Oh look— it’s not handwritten!” You notice.

“Y/N, im pretty sure your gonna be with jaemin by the time you read it lol anyways i can see you having fun with him. it gets annoying sometimes to see you guys under the bleachers during lunch. great to see a sore loser like jaemin has someone before me. sorry to break your heart but mr na jaemin is playing with you just to get that badge and become relevant. from someone very close to you.”

Your heart shatters into pieces. You read the note again, one more time. Praying that the writings would magically disappear. You didn’t want to believe a random piece of paper left in your locker, but everything did make sense. Jaemin only started talking to you after the nominees were announced. You felt stupid for thinking maybe he was the one.

“What does it say?” Jaemin still tries to peek at the note and his gaze shifts to your face, eyes almost glassy. “What happene—,” Jaemin’s smile long gone and concern plastered on his face. “Don’t. Just go.” You yank his arms away from you. “I’m so gullible, did you know that?” You yell as tears streamed down your rosy cheeks. The tears burst forth like water from a dam, spilling down your face. You felt the muscles of her chin tremble like a small child. Jaemin crumbles the paper in his hand and looks at you. “Look i can ex—” you cut him off, “Don’t just don’t. Go home and don’t talk to me.” You storm off leaving Jaemin and his broken heart behind.

Jaemin drags himself up the stairs to his room without greeting his mom with a cheeky smile like he does every other day. This heartbreak feels cold. Can he even call it a heartbreak? It was his fault after all. He wants to beat himself up for being naive and immature. Jaemin throws the badge and it lands somewhere near his bed. He cried, cried for being exactly like his father, crying for hurting someone. Images of his father flashes back from the back of his mind again as tears rolled down his cheeks.

On the other hand you feel empty inside. Jaemin was like your happy pill, seeing his smile once a day was enough to make your day 10 times brighter. You’re too ashamed to tell your friends you got played, since they were the one telling you he’s suspicious since day 1. Part of you believed it was fake, his touches, his kisses were always full of love.

The path to forgetting about you seemed far to steep, fate determined failure waiting for Jaemin at the top. He promised himself with puffy red eyes, it’s best to forget about you, you didn’t deserve it. His promised seemed to have vanished the next morning when he saw you sitting on the stairs with your group of friends, the Literature book on your lap, prescribed metal frame glasses which you rarely wore resting on the bridge of the nose.

“Hey man! What’s good.” Donghyuck patted his back and sat beside him on the metal benches of the cafeteria. He grabs the untouched toast from Jaemin’s tray and takes a bite, “You’re not hungry?” he asks. “No.” Jaemin replies with in a monotone voice. Donghyuck notices, “Did anything happen?” He finally looks at him with his bloodshot eyes and dark circles. “Oh damn I think i I know what happen—” jaemin cuts him off, “No you don’t.”

Donghyuck rests his chin of his hands and shifts closer to him, “I don’t understand, what happened?” Jaemin sighs, “She got to know everything.” Donghyuck’s smile finally fades into a frown. “It’s all your stupid idea’s fault.”

“Sorry but you’re the one who asked me for an idea.” Donghyuck shrugs. “I’m gonna kill you.” Jaemin looked down and played with the disposable spoon. “Tell me something honestly, do you really like her?” Jaemin looks away and starts “I thought it was just a silly crush I had on her. Is it normal to cry over a girl?” He looks at Donghyuck. Donghyuck chuckles, “We have some serious issue here. You like her and you ruined your chance. Everyone in 4th floor knows what you both di—” Donghyuck stops when Jaemin looks at him dead in the eye.

JENO: i need to tell u something JENO: promise me u won’t get mad JENO: and won’t try to break our friendship JAEMIN: what JENO: i sent that note to Y/N JAEMIN: jeno why JENO: i know i fucked up. i liked her even before you did and that’s why i did that. i realised she likes you and there’s no point of it JAEMIN: wait she likes me? JENO: i heard from yoorim JENO: idk if you’re gonna forgive me or not but i just wanted to let you

Proms always had that melancholic yet beautiful feeling to them. everyone seemed to be so happy, though everyone knew that this happiness would be over soon.

Jaemin stood behind the snack table, date less, trying his best to look interested and amused when in inside he’s concerned about his friends still not showing up. he was stress-eating mini pizza buns when Renjun finally noticed him and approached him.

“What are you doing over here? Y/N looks really good, she did these glittery thing on her eyes, don’t know what they’re called, but you know what i’m talking about right?” Renjun said joyfully. Jaemin swallowed hard at the thought of it. “I’ll be there in a few sec. These mini pizzas taste really good.” “Please atleast go infront of her?” Renjun leaned over and lowered his voice. “She’s right there, please.”

Jaemin’s eyes travelled towards the direction Renjun was pointing at. You wore a navy blue gown made of soft, satiny fabric, long and tight which exposed your perfectly structured collarbones and shoulders.

“See I told you! She looks really good!” Renjun exclaimed and patted Jaemin’s back while he shoved his fifth mini pizza of the night inside his mouth. Jaemin noticed you had dyed your brown, making you look way too good than you did with your black hair. “Did she dye her hair?” Jaemin asked, his voice muffled due to the food in his mouth. “Oh yeah—fucking hell don’t talk with your mouth full.”

Jaemin quickly looked away leaving Renjun confused. “What happene— I’ll murder Donghyuck and Jeno, why are they all coming here?” Jaemin gritted his teeth. “Maybe because you’re standing infront of the snack table? You’re not the only who gets to eat.” Renjun sighed. Donghyuck walked dramatically dancing to the loud obnoxious music playing in the background, almost dropping his phone. “Damn Y/N look, they got your favourites!” Heejin pointed at the chocolate dipped strawberries on the other side of the table.

Your expressionless face immediately turned into a happy smiley face after seeing your favourite sweet treats. Rushing to the other side forgetting about the four inch stilettos you’re wearing. “Y/N, the wires!” Jaemin warned you and you immediately stopped you pace and looked at him in the eyes. “Thanks.” you mumbled.

“Talk to her so that I don’t feel like shit.” Jeno nudged and took a mini sandwich off the plate. “Where did you even come from?” Jaemin flinched. “I was literally here the whole time.” Jeno playfully flicked Jaemin’s forehead.

A sparkle came into Renjun’s eye. “I have an idea. I’ll request the dj to play a slow dance song. Then, you two’ll have to dance together!” Jaemin looked at him dead in the eye, “No.”

Renjun sighed for the third time in the span of fifteen minutes. “If you don’t go and at least say hi, I’ll actually kill you.” Jaemin ran his fingers through his hair. “Fine I’ll go say hi.”

Jaemin nervously walked through the crowd and the neon lights. Everyone had the same glass with the same non alcoholic drink in them, he assumed it tasted bad and didn’t even think about taking one from the table. “Hi Y/N!” Renjun surprised you from the back. “Oh h-hi jaemin. You look—” you scanned him from the top to bottom. He looked like a main protagonist’s lover of all the 70s romance movies you’ve binge watched with your grandma. Perfectly styled hair, black tuxedo, a black tie, “You look good.”

You were absolutely breathtaking, Jaemin thought. You were able to turn his stomach so that a thousand of butterflies inside him went crazy, to make his heart hurt in this bittersweet way. You put a spell on him he couldn’t escape from. Or maybe he was just overly dramatic.

The lights changed their colour from a dark blue to purple, setting a heavy mood over the scene of peers dancing in their best clothes. a modern song played loudly through the boxes and though Jaemin didn’t know it, he couldn’t help tapping along to the beat with his foot.

“Now that I think about it, prom isn’t that bad.” Jaemin remarked observing his surroundings. “What did you say?” Renjun asked again, the loud music making it impossible for him to hear. “You should really go to Y/N and give her some company.” Jaemin yelled in Renjun’s ears. “What, why?” Renjun yelled back.

The loud upbeat music came to a stop and was soon replaced by a slow ballad. The lights the room became dimmer and everyone in the room started getting scattered, looking for their partners for the dance of the night. The dance maybe some of the will cherish forever.

“Ew look—” Renjun pointed at some couple on the dance floor. Jeno and Jaemin’s eyes followed his direction. “Aren’t you both supposed to dance?” Jaemin asked them both. “Eunji is literally behind you having cream puffs, she isn’t gonna dance.” Jeno gazed over at his date.

Jaemin looked at Renjun and he immediately looked back at away. “Look I don’t wanna—you’re dancing, don’t ruin the night for Y/N.” He frantically pushed Renjun in the crowd before he could even say anything.

The lights dimmer now, a nice cool shade of blue, which reminds Jaemin of the beaches at midnight. The music soothing to his ears, almost like the ballad songs he listens to in the middle of the night. The couples in the crowd were in each other’s embrace, some of them kissing and hugging, forgetting about the strict restrictions of canoodling.

“Dude I can’t find Y/N.” Renjun came back after squeezing himself through the crowd. “What do you mean, you can’t find her?” Jeno and Jaemin both asked at the same time. “I’m gonna see outside, you guys can check the washrooms or the dessert tables.”

The small stones scrunched under his feet which lead him behind the ballroom. The stars were shining bright over him. Jaemin was more than glad to immediately find you on your phone.

“Why are you outside?” “It’s too crowded, I can’t breathe.”

Your breath formed little clouds which raised up to the sky. It was refreshing to be outside for a while, until you both eventually start to get cold. The music seemed far away now, like you both were in a different, own little world. “We need to talk.” Jaemin broke the awkward silence.

“Yeah. You got some explaining to do.” You said almost sounding too sarcastic. “Can we talk inside my jeep. It’s too cold. Atleast I’m wearing a suit, you’re literally wearing a strapless dress.”

You gasped, “Why do you pretend like you care?”

“I—what do you mean?” Jaemin stuttered.

“Cut the act Na Jaemin, you’ve hurt me enough. Stop pretending like you like me, get my hopes high and then I get to know you did everything just to get that silly badge!” You’re now yelling, the broken voice of yours makes Jaemin’s heart ache.

“No listen— I don’t wanna listen okay? Why do you even care if I’m cold or not? We are seeing each other for the last time day after tomorrow, let it be like that. Just stop pretending like you care, please.” You interrupted Jaemin. “Why did you do this, why did you act like you car— shut the fuck up, I care because I’m in love with you! There, I said it.” Jaemin spat and you took a step back, astonished.

“What did you say?” You lowered your voice and looked at him for an answer.

“I said I’m in love with you.” He said looking up at the stars, shining brightly above them like the paintings in museums. “I don’t know how this happened, I never wanted to fall for you to be fucking honest. That day, when you kissed me behind the bleachers, I couldn’t sleep at night. Randomly thought about it everyday for 2 weeks.” Jaemin yelled and you stayed quite looking down at your feet.

“And the badge thing? I made that up just to not look like loser, you know saying i have a crush on her to your friends is very embarrassing? But guess what at the end of the day I’m the loser.”

“Look—let me finish.” Jaemin cut you off. “I pretended to like your flower shop talks only because I got to see you smile, pretended like I love waffles just to spend time with you more, and it’s hundred percent okay if you just tell me to fuck off right now. I can’t keep this inside my mind anymore.”

You felt tears forming in your eyes, your vision blurry. You looked at Jaemin who’s leaning his head against the side of his car.

“Jaem— get in the jeep you’re shivering.” Jaemin opened the door of his car and waiting for you to get “I’m sor—you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him down to meet your lips, this time the kiss was hungry and needy unlike all the other times you both have kissed.

He smelled like expensive cologne, you realized. Jaemin gripped your sides tightly causing you to yip, your long gown almost getting in the way. "You’re so beautiful.” Jaemin mumbled against your lips, it made you reconsider all your hatred for him, can you really hate someone as loving as him? You laughed, letting Jaemin move down your neck and place feather light kisses as he went down along your jaw and neck.

Jaemin loosened his grip on your waist, letting his hands skim up your sides before going behind your back, unzipping your gown. You arched your back up ever so slightly to allow him to do what he wished, and he almost instantly took the opportunity and helped you undress in the cramped jeep, the string of the dress cascading to the side and you letting out a slight giggle. If it hadn’t been for all the emotions you went through earlier, you would have been highly self conscious with Jaemin staring at you the way he did, as if you were some Greek goddess.

“You’re really beautiful, I can’t believe this.” Jaemin’s tone was barely above a whisper as he spoke now, his dark dark eyes locked onto your ones to convey the sincerity of his statement.

You almost wanted to say the three words back to him but settled for just biting your lower lip and giving a slight grin, your hands still tangled in his hair giving him a slight tug to get him back to business. Jaemin obliged immediately, though his kisses were no longer to your jaw and neck, his lips and moved further south to your chest, one hand covering one breast while his mouth covered the other. Any words you wanted to say dissipated in an instant, turning into nothing but moans and groans that tumbled from your lips while your back arched upward again, seeking more of his mouth on your and more of his hands skimming over your sensitive skin.

When he switched sides to give proper attention to your other breast, you took the chance to grab ahold of his shirt, starting to undo the buttons with your fingers just as quickly as you could.

With all the buttons undone, you ran fingers gently over his chest; when you let your fingers skim over his abdomen that was just above the waistline of his black pants, he moaned against your skin, the vibrations from it causing you to let a moan escape yourself.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Jaemin asked, the worry etched onto his features.

“I’m sure.” You assured him, hands moving to cup his face again and pulling him in for a long, slow, and tender kiss; one that sent a pool of heat down to your core when he looked at you so hungrily once you both parted again.

He slowly inched your panties down your legs, pressing kisses to your exposed skin every inch of the way until he tossed the panties onto the side. He wanted to take his time with you, even in the cramped jeep of his. You didn’t care about that right in the moment, what you wanted was Jaemin inside of you already, but he still had his damn pants on. You sat up and roughly tugged his pants down, you were tired of waiting.

“Somebody’s impatient.” Jaemin laughed as he tried to maneuver to toss his opened shirt aside and get his pants off all the way. “Yes, we got interrupted the last time.”

You felt a bit bold, and without hesitation you grabbed ahold of his hand and guided it right between your legs. Jaemin didn’t hesitate either, a look of lust lingering in his eyes as he pushed one of his fingers up inside of you, moving it around ever so slowly to test the waters and having you moaning and grinding down against his hand in seconds. You tried to start with a kiss, but when he moved his finger to just the right spot, you bit down on his lip so hard you were scared you would draw blood on him, though Jaemin didn’t seem to mind, perhaps too caught up in everything as well. You slowly pulled away, only leaning back in to place light kisses wherever you could reach until you grabbed ahold of his hand and tried to pull him out of you.

“Something wrong?” Jaemin asked sincerely.

“Yeah, I need you, right now.” Your voice came across far more demanding than you expected, but the way Jaemin looked at you afterwards made it worth it. Jaemin reached his hand into the back seat pocket of the driver’s seat, pulling out a condom and trying to rip it open as quickly as he could.

“You bring a lot of girls back here?” You asked with a slight laugh.

“No, but better safe than sorry.” Jaemin replied, quickly trying to get the condom on, You relishing the way his face shifted when you reached down and assisted.

As soon as your hand pulled away, Jaemin’s hands grabbed your waist again while his lips crashed against yours, guiding you to lay back down on the back seat. He kept your lips locked together as he sank himself slowly inside of her, you letting out loud moans and being incredibly glad that everyone was too busy dancing inside and weren’t heading out anytime soon, getting one hell of a show from them if they walked by in the parking lot. He stayed inside of you for a minute when he’d filled you up, you wiggling impatiently under him and trying to thrust upwards to get him moving.

“You are so impatient.” Jaemin smirked.

“Less talking, more fucking.” You demanded.

Jaemin proceeded to start thrusting in and out, slowly at first, though with each passing moan he elicited from you, he thrusted just a bit quicker. “Jaemin.” You moaned out quietly this time, whispering his name for only you both to hear while he kept himself busy kissing and nipping at the base of your neck, leaving marks that would surely show up tomorrow and show the world that he claimed you the night before.

When his mouth moved back to capture one of your breasts, your cries became louder again, your moans containing his name becoming just mumbles of sound that only egged him on to go faster. You grabbed one of his hands again and guided it right to your core again, this time Jaemin acting without question and letting his thumb sink and rubbing the clit while he kept up his thrusts. You were practically blinded with pleasure now, unsure of how much longer you’d be able to last with him going like this.

“Jaemin!” You screamed out this time, knowing full well if there was anyone nearby they’d be curious about the noise. “Jaemin, please, I can’t.” You panted out, you couldn’t hold yourself together much longer, and a satisfied hum came from Jaemin against your skin sending you right over the edge then and there.

Every muscle in your body was exhausted, you felt like pure jello beneath him now, a constant warm glow of happiness lingering on your skin while a smile was etched permanently onto your face for the rest of the night. You were trying to get your breathing regulated again though you were panting from the experience, your legs no longer able to keep themselves upright and fully parted for him. It took you a moment to realize that Jaemin had stilled within you though he still hadn’t reached his climax.

You with any other partner would have asked, argued the point when he’d say he was fine; but with Jaemin it was different, you were determined to make sure that you both had a good time.

You thrust your hips upward with what little energy you had left, Jaemin snapping back into the reality of the situation and going right back to his thrusts, chasing his own pleasure this time. You moaned, not only from your own pleasure because of how overly sensitive you were now was to every twitch of his movement, but because you could tell your sounds got him off, you watched how his face would scrunch up trying to concentrate on his task whenever you moaned.

“Y/N!” Your name came harshly from his lips for the first time since you both got into the jeep, and if you hadn’t already exhausted your peak, you were sure that would have made you cum again. “Fuck, Y/N.”

“You already did that, I’m trying to fuck you right now.” You boldly replied with a sly grin, thrusting your hips up again and getting a deep groan as a reply.

It didn’t take much longer after that for Jaemin to reach his climax, a few more thrusts and a few more of your moans had him finish with loud cries out of his own, slowly giving his final thrusts until he was still inside of you, you pulling him down to lay on you knowing just how much your activities had drained you. The heat between you was nice, you didn’t even care about the layers of sweat between or your bangs clinging to your forehead, all you cared about was listening to Jaemin’s steady breathing and the feel of his hands running down your side. You weren’t sure how long you both just laid there in silence, but you knew eventually you’d have to move, and tell him about how you feel.

“So um, can I say something?” You broke the silence with your question. “I think I love you too.” Jaemin didn’t say anything, only smiled at you and kissed you on the cheeks and giggled, “Hey did you know, I’ve had the biggest crush on you since middle school.”

“You had a weird haircu—

Your trip down the memory lane was interrupted with Donghyuck knocking on the tainted window. You hid behind Jaemin and covered your exposed skin with his blazer. "Glad you both patched up but can you please move your fucking jeep?”

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yikesharringrove · 4 years

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Umm, I accidentally deleted the request for this while moving it to my inbox, so here it is. (Also this is like, four months old).

I’m gonna rec this fic which is super well written and adorable

Steve is ftm. (Personally, I’m not a big fan of mpreg unless it’s like, biologically plausible 🤷‍♀️)

Under the cut bc it’s long and there’s a little bit of smut.

Billy’s hands were shaking as he raced out of the house.

He had a bag slung over one shoulder, had already put two others in the Camaro.

His dad had gone in hard today. Three days after Billy graduated high school and he’s already calling him a deadbeat, a fuck up. Telling him to get a job like he hasn’t worked every summer and most weekends since he was fourteen.

He lit a cigarette as he slid into the driver’s seat.

He was gonna make one stop on the way outta town.

Steve had given Billy a spare key months ago, after he was tired of always having to go downstairs and answer the door.

He liked it when Billy just made his way up, started kissing whatever skin was already exposed and asking Steve if he’s wet.

Tonight, Steve thought, was no different.

Billy was kissing up his calf, mouthing along his knee, a few fingers creeping up the leg of his shorts.

Billy was the best sex he’s ever had. Not a lot of gay guys will go down on Steve, some won’t even fuck him. He had been real hesitant to tell Billy, start having regular sex with his best friend, because he didn’t think Billy would want anything to do with him when he knew what he was bringing to the table.

But Billy had told him not to be an idiot, ate him out, and pounded him into the mattress.

And Steve was in love.

So he let Billy fuck him whenever he pleased, because at least Billy was giving him the time of day, at least he was getting some.

He opened his eyes, smiling lazily down at Billy.

“‘Time is it?”

“Almost two.” Billy was curling two fingers into his waistband, slowly pulling down his shorts, like maybe Steve wouldn’t notice.

Steve lifted his hips, and Billy whipped off his shorts, diving right in for his pussy.

He ate him out with the same fervor he did everything. Making all these gross slurping sounds, sucking on Steve’s cock and shoving his tongue inside him.

He made Steve cum twice on his face, as was the norm, before wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, and getting right to business.

He fucked Steve like he was mad at him.

He often did. And Steve knew he wasn’t mad at him, moreso mad at the other him, the him that’s ruined Billy’s life since before he was even born.

Steve wasn’t as dumb as everyone thought. Knew that when Billy snuck into his bedroom at odd hours of the night and absolutely ravished him, something bad had happened with his dad.

So when Billy finally rolled off of him, and lit a cigarette, Steve knew better than to ask.

“I’m leaving.” Steve just hummed at him. Billy sometimes stuck around after sex.

But Billy didn’t move.

“Like, leaving Hawkins.” Steve just hummed again. Billy talked a lot about leaving Hawkins. Steve had always secretly dreamed of running away with him.

Billy just studied his face in the dark, stubbing out his cigarette and rolling over to hols Steve close to his chest.

Steve closed his eyes, let himself pretend.

Pretend that Billy loved him back.

He woke up to rustling, Billy getting dressed to leave as weak sunlight began to trickle through his curtains.

“Oh shit, didn’t mean to wake you.”

He smiled lazily at Billy.

“You comin’ back over tonight?” Billy looked stiff.

“Probably not. Sorry.”

“That’s okay. I’ll see you later, then.”

“Yeah. Later.” Billy was sitting on the end of his bed, had just finished tying on his boots.

And then he moved, quick as a flash to kiss Steve softly before he was thundering down the stairs.

Steve was just falling asleep as the Camaro roared away.

Billy had skipped town that night.

And Steve never forgave himself.

Steve was leaning over the counter, his head pressed into the cool top of it.

“I threw up all last week, and I just feel like shit.” He had been whining to Robin practically all morning at Family Video.

“Do you think you have the flu?”

“I don’t know, Rob. I mean, my stomach hurts a lot, but like, it feels like I’m just having awful cramps.”

“Are you on your period?”

“Nah. Don’t get it very often with the hormones anymore.”

“Normally I’d suggest pregnancy, but I know you’re in a bit of a dry spell.” He rolled slightly to look darkly at her. “Still no word of Billy?”

“No. The one person in Hawkins that isn’t too transphobic to fuck me, and he skips town.” Steve sighed. “I should’ve known, too. He was being super weird that night.”

“Whatever. When you and I skip town, we’ll have the time of our damn lives, and get you laid.” He laughed softly.

“I’m just gonna go to the doctor this weekend. Get a full physical.”

“Let me know the verdict at and I can come over with some medicine, if you need.”

“Thanks, Rob.”

Steve was lying back on the stiff exam table.

He had already given blood and urine samples, and was just waiting for the doctor to tell him what the fuck was wrong with him.

Sometimes his hormones had to be adjusted, and caused all sorts of weird shit to go haywire in his body.

Dr. Mauch was a kind woman, always been pleasant and accepting of Steve, even referred him to an endocrinologist for his hormones.

She didn’t smile when she came in, though. Just sat down at her stool.

“I’m going to go out a limb here and say that this is not news you’ll be happy about hearing.”

Steve felt his heart drop to his stomach.

“You’re pregnant.”

He blinked.

“No.”

“I’m sorry, Steve. But you most definitely are.”

“But, but I’m on blockers, and testosterone, and I haven’t had sex in months.”

“I’d say about six months.” His mouth was dry. Billy had left in late May. About six months ago. “And being on hormones is not an effective method of birth control. Some men still get pregnant after taking them.”

“I’m not, I don’t look pregnant.”

“Some people don’t really show their pregnancy. My sister was rail thin the entire time, had a perfectly healthy baby girl. It’s all about your body type.”

“So, so you’re telling me, that I’m six months fucking pregnant.”

“Yes.” He slumped back onto the exam table.

“What are, what are my options?”

“Well, unfortunately, not many. Abortions are only legal in Indiana up to 20 weeks, or five months, or unless the person pregnant is facing severely compromised physical health. There’s always adoption.”

“No one’s gonna want a baby from a trans guy.” She pursed her lips.

“I think that’s a harsh statement. Many people are desperate for babies.” Steve just stared at her.

“So, if I have to take it to term, should I like, go off my hormones.” His stomach gave a lurch at the idea.

“I would recommend it. There’s very little research one pregnancy in transgender individuals. We really don’t know how hormones can affect the baby.” Steve sighed. “I would say, get in with an OB/GYN. I can recommend a few I know and send them your medical history. Your name change and hormone therapy is part of all of it, so hopefully they will be kind.” Steve sighed.

“Thank you, Doc. I really appreciate it.”

“I’m sorry for the disappointing news.”

“Nah, it’s fine.” She gave him a copy of their appointment notes, a list of OB/GYNs for him to research, and a hug before she left.

He drove home slowly, feeling exhausted, like the weight of the fucking world was on his shoulders.

He got home to find Robin sitting on his front porch, her nose buried in a book, a pizza box sitting next to her.

She looked up at him, and he burst into tears.

“Look, Max, if he contacts you in any way, tell him to call Steve, okay? It’s important.” Robin was yammering to Max on the phone, trying to get a way to contact Billy.

Steve was laying on the couch, had his shirt rucked up over his stomach, pushing it out and sucking it in, trying to see any change in his body.

“Just give him Steve’s phone number and tell him he’s an asshole.” She hung up the phone, perching on the armrest at Steve’s feet.

“She know where he is?”

“No. She said he ran off and hasn’t contacted her at all. She didn’t even know he was leaving.” She slid onto the couch, let Steve put his feet on her lap. “You think he’d come back? If he knew?”

“I don’t know. I’m not really asking him to. I mean, I don’t think I’m in a place to take care of it, but I kinda just want him to know it exists. Like, I think he deserves that.”

“I get it.” Her voice was soft. She watched Steve stare at his tummy some more. “I’m sorry. I’m sure this is just, dysphoria out the wazoo.” Steve huffed a laugh.

“I don’t think it’s really hit me yet. I think ‘cause I’m not showing. I don’t look pregnant, so how can I be pregnant, you know?” He sighed tugging down his shirt. “Going to the doctor’s gonna be a damn nightmare, though. They’re too used to dealing with women. It’s gonna suck.”

Steve was right.

Even though his primary care doctor had sent his medical history, he still got deadnamed and misgendered at reception, and intake, and by the nurse, and the doctor when she finally arrived.

They gave him a pelvic exam, getting him in for a sonogram as well.

And as the doctor was moving the imagining wand around on his tummy, and he heard the heartbeat for the first time, something caved inside of him.

A baby. He was having a baby.

And part of him, a really fucking big part of him, was starting to love it.

His parents were home for four days.

And Steve had waited for the final day of their homesteading to tell them.

He’s glad he did.

Diner was as quiet as always, and Steve had nearly choked on the words.

“I’m pregnant.”

His father had gotten out his wallet, asked how much an abortion costs.

“I’m too far along for that. Nowhere will legally do it.”

His mother had just stared at him. His father asked how far along he was.

“Close to seven months. I didn’t even know until like, a week and a half ago.”

And his father had stood up, and the yelling began.

“I can’t believe you. You kick up this huge fuss, make us change your name, and the way we refer to you, go around telling everyone your a boy, and you get pregnant like the little slut you are.”

And he had told Steve to back his shit, told him he was not welcome in my house anymore.

And Steve didn’t have a lot of shit he cared about, the clothes he liked fit in one duffel bag.

His mother didn’t look at him as he left.

He had called Mrs. Henderson from a payphone.

Nobody else could give him a ride anymore, and he wasn’t expecting her to drop everything and drive him somewhere, but she had freaked out at the words kicked out and for getting pregnant, and told him to stay where he is.

She was there with a tight hug and a travel mug of honey lemon tea within twenty minutes.

Steve had asked for a ride to a youth shelter he had read about, but she shook her head, said you’re coming to live with me and Dusty and Steve had cried in her passenger seat, and again in her guest bedroom.

Steve groaned.

He had finally begun showing, just a little bit out a mound near his belly button.

But he felt like shit, had taken to spending most days in bed.

He bat away whoever was shaking him.

“Go away.”

“Steve, it’s Max.”

“I’m sleeping.”

“I found Billy, you asshole. I have his address.” Steve sat bolt up straight.

“You, where is he?”

“Boston. He went east, for some reason. But he sent me a letter, out of the blue, and I told him you had something important to say, but he said he doesn’t have a phone.” She handed him a slip of paper.

“Thanks, Max.” He gave her a weak smile, found her chewing her lip.

“Is he the father? The other father, I mean.” He had told the party about the pregnancy, figured rumors would begin spreading soon enough.

“Yeah. He’s the other father.”

“He wouldn’t have ditched you. If he’d known.”

“I know.”

“He’s not like that.”

“I know.” She stared him down. He kept his face open, honest.

“Are you gonna write to him?”

“Yeah. I just, I don’t really know what to say.”

“Just keep it simple. Tell him he’s got a kid. Let him choose what he wants.”

It took Steve almost a month to draft a letter.

He didn’t really know what to say.

He settled on the bare minimum.

I’m pregnant. And it is most definitely, without a doubt, yours. I’m not expecting anything from you. I don’t want money, or for you to move back to Hawkins. I just thought you deserve to know about your kid.

He read the letter about three times, one hand pressed delicately to his little bump.

I’ve decided to keep the baby. I’m going to raise them. You’re welcome to meet them, and be in their life if you choose, but if not, I’m not going to hold it against you.

He sealed the envelope, leaving it on his nightstand.

And then his contractions started.

He didn’t get around to sending it.

Claudia was the only person in the room with him when he gave birth.

She held his hand the whole time, coached him through his breathing.

And when his son was born, she pet his head, told Steve how beautiful he is.

Steve was slumped face down on the bed.

He had just gotten Oliver down, calmed him down enough for him to finally sleep.

He rolled over, scrubbing a hand down his face.

He had barely slept all week. But Oliver had smiled at him for the first time yesterday.

He turned to lay on his side, zeroing in on the envelope on his nightstand.

He sat up quickly.

Fuck. He needed to send that letter.

He didn’t bother thinking about it, just wrapped his sweater tighter around himself, and hurried to the mailbox. He put the little flag up, leaving the letter in the little inner clasp.

He looked back down at Oliver, running one finger over his fuzzy little head.

He didn’t hear from Billy for three weeks.

He knew the letter wouldn’t take more than a few days to get to him, and it would take just as long for Billy to get him back.

He had pushed Billy out of his mind, figured if he wanted to be part of Oliver’s life, he had given him enough of a chance to be.

He put on a thick sweatshirt, had taken to wearing baggy tops to hide his tits, too sore, too big to bind anymore. Oliver squealed at him when he leaned against the side of his crib, reaching out for him.

He strapped him into his stroller to take him on a walk, stopped dead in the doorway.

Billy fucking Hargrove was in the driveway, standing next to the Camaro like he had just gotten out of it.

His eyes were wide, trailing from Steve, to Oliver, and back again.

“Is that my kid?” Billy’s hair was shorter than when he had left.

“Oliver. His name is Oliver.” Billy stepped around the car.

“Can I, can I see him?” Steve brought the stroller down the driveway, taking Oliver out of the stroller.

Billy held him like he was made of gold.

“He’s beautiful.”

“I think he looks a lot like you.” Billy smiled at him.

“Thank you for telling me. I’m sorry I couldn’t get here, I was waiting for my semester to end.”

“It’s okay. I just, you know. Thought you deserved to know about him.” Billy stared at Oliver, his smile going soft as Oliver squealed, tugging on Billy’s hair.

“I want to be in his life. If that’s okay?”

“Of course it is. He’s your son too.” Billy brushed his thumb down Oliver’s nose.

“Thank you, Steve. And I’m, I’m sorry about how I left. I was going to-” he cut himself off, looking back at Oliver. “I was gonna ask you to come with me. Chickened out last minute.”

Steve’s heart was banging against his rips.

“I would’ve gone with you. Used to dream about running away with you.” Oliver started getting fussy, making disgruntled little huffs. Billy passed him back to Steve. “I was in love with you. You know that?”

“Yeah, I knew that. Was to chicken shit to do anything about it.” Billy was still looking at Oliver, the way he nestled into Steve’s neck. “He loves you a lot.”

“It’s been the two of us for awhile.”

“You’re a good dad. Always kinda figured you would be, though.” Billy took another breath. “You know, you could’ve told me sooner. I would’ve come back.”

“I don’t want you to, to change you life. Don’t quit school, or something.”

“Steve, I got a kid. I want to change my life for him. For, for you.”

“I can’t ask you to do that.”

“No never did. I’m choosing this. I’m choosing my family.” Steve hesitated.

“Would you like to come in? Have some breakfast? You could give Oliver his bottle, If you wanted.” Billy’s eyes lit up.

“I’d like that.”

#kinda open ended but this shit was getting LONG #yikes writes #steve harrington x billy hargrove #billy hargrove x steve harrington #steve harrington #billy hargrove #harringrove #harringrove fic #harringrove ficlet #harringrove drabble #mpreg #trans!steve harrington #trans!steve #trans steve #trans steve harrington

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falcor-thee-luck-dragon · 4 years

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What a Time to be Alive - Diego Hargreeves x reader Season I

Chapter 8- I Heard A Rumor

Summary: Five’s healing from his shrapnel wound, Diego’s been arrested, now it’s up to you and Allison to find Vanya.

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The drive to Jenkins grandmothers house is long and silent, the two of you settling into a nervous quiet. Allison worried for Vanya, while you’re worried for what’s happening with Diego. Of all the times for him to get arrested and it’s right when you guys get a lead. Perfect. You cross your arms as you lean yourself against the door, closing your eyes tight and taking a deep breath as you open them once again. Looking out the window at the scenery, it’s dark out and raining heavily as Allison drives. Deciding now is as good as ever, you close your eyes and lay your head against your arm, trying to catch up on some sleep, hoping the ride goes faster.

When you open them again it’s early morning, the sun is still hiding behind the clouds leaving the world in dull blues, pinks, and oranges. You shift your gaze over to Allison who looks like she’s about to fall asleep at the wheel.

“I don’t think you’d survive a car crash...so in other words, I’ll drive the rest of the way there. Deal.” You tell her with a bit of tired humor in your voice, she gives you a weary nod, slowing the vehicle down and steering it off the side of the highway.

You both get out, switching positions, as you start the car up beginning to take down the road again. You glance over at Allison who’s already passed out on the window, “Good talk.” You mutter to yourself, content with the comfortable silence.

You get off the highway, making a couple turns here and there until you reach a gravel backroad. This is it. You cautiously make your way down the drive, past trees, ferns, and other greenery. You’d honestly be enjoying the surroundings of nature more, if this trip wasn’t about finding Vanya and her crazy boyfriend.

“Allison wake up, we’re here.” You whisper, reaching out to nudge her shoulder as you park at the bottom of the small gravel driveway. She startles awake, looking at her surroundings, relaxing once she sees how calm you are.

“That seemed fast. Thanks for driving us the rest of the way...I was seriously about to pass out at the wheel.” She explains with a yawn, you let out an amused puff of air.

“I’ve been in a car wreck before....I know surprising right...it’s not what I would consider, a fun experience.” She lets out a small chuckle at your early morning bluntness, it still amazes her how unfazed you’ve become to traumatic events that have happened to you. You’re guessing it all stems from the rapid healing and whatnot, you’re body doesn’t exactly give you a proper second to contemplate your injuries. Already deciding to heal everything quickly and get on with the next problem.

The both of you get out, slowly walking up towards the cabin, deciding to find a side entrance instead of barging in through the front. It’s best to be subtle, unlike some specific individual who you will not name. You slyly stalk your way to a low window, Allison right behind you.

“See anything?” She whispers as you peer carefully through the glass, not catching sight of anything of any real importance.

That is, until your eyes land on a black violin case, “Vanya’s violin case...but that’s it, I don’t hear any movement.” You whisper back, moving away from the window to face her, “Let’s get out of here, they can’t be that far.” You add glancing around the old cabin, she agrees and the two of you turn to leave.

——

“Someone better have fucking died, why are we stuck in goddamn traffic...in the countryside...literally nowhere. We’re not even in the city, what the hell?” You angrily ramble as Allison sits at the wheel listening to you go off. It takes another ten minutes to finally make it to some restaurant type business plaza area where something out of the norm has defiantly occured. Traffic is at a standstill once again as you look out the passenger side window at the various policemen wandering about in the nearby parking lot. She suddenly gets out of the car, noticing police cars surrounding some fenced off area with police tape all around it. You grumble, opening up your own door, flipping up your hood and hastily following her. She grabs a scarf that was hanging from off of a sign, walking over to the police tape and lifting it up to make her way into the off limits zone.

“Allison what the fu..” You start to tell her as a police officer gets to her first.

“Hey! Pardon me. Hey! I gotta ask you to stay behind the lines. We had an accident here last night.” He explains, halting her from walking any further. You make it to the yellow caution tape, standing on the outside like a civilized person.

“What happened here then?” You wonder, not unnoticing of the narly blood stain smeared on a nearby wall. Shit maybe someone did die.

“Ma’am. The line, please.” He adds, still wanting Allison to get behind it.

“Okay. Yes. Sorry.” She says, lifting up the yellow caution tape and standing next to you.

“Got a lot of stuff on the ground, okay? To be wary of.”

“What happened?” You ask again, really curious as to what’s holding up traffic.

The officer sighs while putting his hands on his hips, “We’re trying to figure that out. As soon as we do, you’ll be able to read it in the newspaper with everybody else. So have a nice day.” The officer says turning to walk away. Allison takes off her sunglasses, “Look officer, is there any way we..” He snaps back around his eyes shooting wide in surprise, “Holy shit! You’re Allison Hargreeves. I saw you on tv like two nights ago in that Sandra Bullock movie about underpaid teachers that rob a bank.” He excitedly rambles on. Rolling your eyes you flip your hood back, not caring if he recognizes you since Allison has taken it upon herself to blow cover. Your hair falls around your face as you blow a puff of wind to get a piece out of your eyes, this overly enthusiastic police officer’s mouth drops open once again. His face contorting from confusion to shock to realization. Ah, shit..he does indeed recognize you to your great surprise. He points to you excitedly, “No freakin way, you....you’re.....you’re...Y/N. This is crazy, you’re the Olympian! Of the frickin’ Umbrella Academy.” He gushes passionately, you purse your lips together, internally cringing a bit at hearing your old superhero name. The name you were given due to your likeness in powers and obvious immortality, to that likeness of the Greek gods and goddesses of mythical lore. You truly haven’t heard that name in many, many years, apparently you still have some old time fans.

“Yep, That’s us.” You fake smile at him, Allison doing the same, enjoying the recognition way more then you are.

“Oh! Wow. Hey. Never in a million years could I have thought I’d be in the presence of Allison Hargreeves and the Olympian. How bout’ that. What a day, huh.” He says, at a loss for words and what he could say next to his two idols, you and Allison just stand in an awkward silence. “Copy, Cheddar?” Speaks a woman’s voice from his cop radio. He quickly goes to answer, “Yeah, what do you got, Fred?”

“Hospital called. Perp from last night just regained consciousness.” She replies back. “Copy. I’ll be right over.” He says back, his face morphing back to that of an excited child’s, “Wow. Allison freakin Hargreeves and Y/N...the Olympian! Wow. My wife’s not gonna believe it.” He gushes yet again, you’d love to bitchslap that smile right off of his stupid face along with his dumb stereotypical small-town cop mustache. Allison just chuckles, as you cross your arms, “Anyway, I...I..I..I gotta go. Work stuff....Yeah.” He says almost sadly. “Yeah, of course. Sorry.” Allison answer with, as Officer Cheddar walks past you two, headed for his police car. “Actually, that’s...why I’m here. I’m... I’m researching a role. A law enforcement role.. with Y/N.” She explains giving you a quick side eye, you turn your head away from them, trying to hold in laughter. No fucking way is this cop gonna believe that load of bullshit. “In Jackpine Cove? We haven’t had a murder here in years.” He tells her. “Oh, uh...it’s about, um...a small-town cop who takes down a drug cartel. In fact, maybe I could tag along while you conduct some official police business? I promise...I won’t get in the way. I just...I think you could really, um...help develop my character, if I could live a day in the life, you know.” She tells him, hoping her little fib will do the trick. He nods carefully thinking it over, “Day in the life, huh? Eh..Come on. Follow me.” You’re eyes widen as your mouth drops open, how in the fuck? And she didn’t even have to rumor him, Allison you sly dog. She gives you a hopeful glance as the two of them start walking towards his car leaving you in the dust.

“It’s fine, I’ll just trail along...gotta get the car....that you’re leaving in traffic.” You grumble as they shut their doors, you walk over to your own vehicle. Opening up the door and getting inside.

——

When you finally made it to the hospital, Officer Cheddar wouldn’t allow you near the wounded victim, calling it official police business or some shit. Allison gave you an apologetic look as you walked out the sliding glass doors without another word.

Leaning against your car, you watch cars come and go, birds going about their day, and listen to the sweet sound of leaves rustling in the breeze. Ever grateful for the lack of car horns honking every ten seconds. As well as the usual nasty smells radiating from parts of the city and coming from god knows where else. You close your eyes, letting your mind wander.

What was happening with Diego? Is Five’s injury healed yet? Was Klaus okay? And where the hell was Vanya? So many questions and concerns throwing themselves at you, and oh right. There’s an apocalypse happening within the week. Things just are not going tremendously well this week, well that’s not entirely true. Considering you’ve had some pretty stellar times with Diego here and there, all very nice times indeed. Ah, but of course, Allison would get to have a fun little detective adventure with the local idiot. And she didn’t even have to rumor him! Even now she always gets what she wants, she always has, no..stop..you can’t think like that. You stopped giving a shit about who got the most attention long ago, you’re not about to start feeling resentment now. But your mind can’t help itself as it starts to saunter into darker grounds.

———

“Number Eight, if you weren’t so focused on the safety of Number Two, this mission would have been an utter success. But due to your lack of consistency when engaging in combat, you deliberately discontinued the annihilation of those four crime bosses. Jeopardizing the lives of their hostages, and all so Number Two wouldn’t get shot.....wounds heal.” Snaps Sir Reginald Hargreeves, as the whole of the Umbrella Academy plus yourself, sit around the dinner table. He’s verbally beating you down for saving Diego’s life on the Umbrella Academy’s latest mission. Where all of you surprise attacked a crime boss and his minions in his own mansion. You freed multiple people that where there due to human trafficking and other depraved things concerning illegal drugs and whatnot. It was successful to say the least, but a maid got shot in the arm when you decided to save Diego’s life instead. A mistake that Sir Reginald would not miss, nor would he ignore.

You glare up at him from across the table, “That maid survived. What? Would you rather have Diego die, or have a normal civilian live with some small injuries?” You ask him, as calmly as you can muster. He puts his fork down, sitting back, “You are part of the Umbrella Academy. Act like it. I will have no further arguments out of you for the rest of this meal, is that understood?” He replies sternly, cutting you off from further arguing, he takes a bite from his fork while watching your every move. You clench your jaw in frustration, no matter what you say he won’t care, “I understand.” You mutter through clenched teeth, turning away to focus sourly on your meal that you could care less about enjoying at the moment. The rest of dinner is held in an awkward silence.

As you’re returning to your room, Luther comes walking around the corner, headed for his own one. “Why do you always try and talk back to him? I mean, he is kinda right. You should have helped that woman, that’s what we’re there for.” Explains Luther as the two of you walk down the hallway.

“Of course you’d agree with him, why do I even bother.” You growl at him, rolling your eyes.

Suddenly Allison walks out of her room, joining the two of you stopped in the hallway.

“If you’re here to tell me I was wrong for talking back I’ll shove my foot up your ass.” You deadpan, her face grimacing in disgust.

“That’s lovely. But a little advice, Y/N, if you want to stay on his good side, just shut your mouth and try to be less of an asshole.” She tells you like a scolding mother, you shake your head at them, “All you two have to do is exist and follow everything daddy tells you. While the rest of us get kicked under the rug. He likes you two the best, you know. But I don’t even need to tell you...I’m positive you both are capable of already understanding that.” You whisper yell at them, sick of all their high and mighty comments, just don’t talk and let Reginald boss you around. No way. “Whatever.” Mumbles Allison. “You just don’t know how to be normal, or how to not be a smartass.” Sasses Luther rudely.

“What? We are literally the closest thing from normal for fucks sake.” You snap at him giving him a what-the-hell-are-you-serious face, he crosses his arms in annoyance.

“Don’t swear. You know we can’t say stuff like that. Dad or Pogo might hear. And Y/N, stop trying to start stuff. You wonder why Dad makes sure you’re last for everything, he doesn’t exactly like you as much....then again neither do I.” You look at him with a poker face, trying your hardest not to bitchslap him right now. It’s honestly incredibly tempting.

“I’m really feeling the family love, Luther. And by the way.....all of you suck.” You add bluntly, flipping them off as you turn on your heel and walk angrily into your room, slamming the door in their faces.

You sat in the middle of your floor for a good hour just fuming with quiet rage, until everything started to simmer down. They all get on your nerves to no end, and the only ones you can stand for longer then two hours are Vanya and Ben. Klaus is fun for awhile, that is on most occasions, until he starts trying to get you to see how long you can hold your hand over a flame before it hurts to much. Oddly fascinated with your ability to rapidly heal yourself, oddly enough you’ll usually do it, but you can only take Klaus in small doses. Then there’s Diego, who you’ve formed a solid love/hate relationship with. He’s just so weird, one minute he’s acting super cute and funny and trying to impress you or show off his knife skills so incredibly hard. Then a second later. Luther, Allison, or Reginald walks into the room and he’s being a jerk. Pretending like you don’t exist, and acting like such a hard-ass, it’s stupid. Klaus swears he’s got the fattest crush on you, but sometimes you’re not so sure, that kid gives you hella mixed signals.

Suddenly you hear a knock at the door, “If it’s you Luther, I’ll shank you with a paintbrush.” You tell this mystery person, crossing your arms as you look up at the door. You hear a soft chuckle from the other side, “No need. It’s just Diego....uh...could I come in? Please?” He whispers from the other side, your heart swells and you quickly get up to open it. “What’s up loser, I hope you’re not here to crush all my hopes and dreams.” You quip opening up the door wider so he can walk in, you closing it once again. He walks over to your carpet, sitting down by a bunch of random pillows. You soon follow, sitting across from him. “So, whatcha doin here?” You awkwardly ask him, confused as to why he’s in your room, not that you mind, but still. He fiddles with one of his daggers, looking down at his hands, “Uh, I wanted to say thanks for saving my ass yesterday. Sorry you took the fall for it, that was pretty badass of you to stand up to Dad.” He tells you still avoiding eye contact, you smile at him, “Well, I’d rather not have my favorite frisbee partner kick the bucket.” He smiles at that, finally looking up at you. “Yeah, we make a pretty good team, huh.” He glances down again at his dagger, nervously twisting it in his hands, “So, uh, Y/N. I..uh...have something to um...tell you.” He looks up at you, you can hear the thumping of his heartbeat quicken as a light blush dusts his cheeks, he continues, “Please don’t think I’m weird...but I really...like..yo..” Before he can finish his declaration of how he truly feels for you, the door bursts open. Revealing Luther and an angry Reginald, “Number Two. Number Eight. You were strictly told to go to your rooms and not come out until morning. I will have none of this, Number Two, out!” He snaps.

“I’m already in my room.”

He gives you a deadly warning glare as Diego gives you a sad look before bolting out the door. Reginald following as Luther gives you a snide smile, practically silently laughing at you. Fuck off, Diego was about to tell me something important you pricks. You would have liked to say, but thought otherwise, a wonderful moment utterly ruined.

———

Oh the fun childhood memories that stay with you to this day, intrusively barging their way back into your brain when you’re alone. Damn they all were little pricks back in the day, huh. All you tried to do was stand up for others and keep them safe, but all that the others wanted was to desperately please Reginald at any given opportunity. And that was the first time Diego truly opened up to you, it was short lived, but it was the start of something amazing.

“Y/N! Y/N! Hey!” Shouts Allison who’s running to you, your head snaps up at the sudden noise.

“What? I can hear you, calm down.” You tell her, pushing yourself off the car door.

“Vanya and Leonard Peabody were just here this morning. They were here, when we were at the cabin, they must have come back. We gotta go.” She hurriedly rambles, taking the keys out of your hand and opening up the drivers side.

“Well shit.” You run around to the passengers seat, hoping in quickly, as Allison takes off towards the cabin.

The drive is thankfully short, but by now the suns beginning to set as a new darkness starts to engulf the land. It’s beautiful and calming to feel the night air and listen to the wind sway the pines back and forth. But you have no time to fully enjoy it, to worried and on guard for what you and Allison might run into.

“What the hell. Why’s it so windy all of a sudden.” You say aloud, shutting the car door and turning to walk up the gravel driveway. “Yeah, this is definitely odd.” Mutters Allison, equally as puzzled.

As you both reach the porch, the sound of Vanya’s violin wafts its way out and into the quiet night air. It’s beautiful, with the exception of all the lights and other porch furniture that’s swaying to the wind, er music. You’re not completely sure what’s going on. “Vanya? Is that you?” Shouts Allison as she looks into a window, quickly walking up to the door and opening it. No regard for safety, come on Allison we talked about this, you think to yourself as you follow her into the windy cabin. “Vanya, there you are. What is going on?” Allison half yells, bringing Vanya’s attention to the two of you. “Hey V.” You wave at her awkwardly, as she stops playing her violin.

“What are you two doing here?” She questions, trying to figure out how you would have found her, and most importantly why?

“We came to find you. Are you okay?” Allison worries. “Yeah.” Vanya says with a small but confused smile.

“Vans, you wouldn’t happen to know what’s causing all the spooky ghost wind? Now would you?” You question her, giving the room a short look around.

“Me.”

Allison walks in closer, “What do you mean, me?” She asks, confusion clear on her features. You furrow your brows, puzzled as well. “I mean....I made those things happen. With my powers. Turns out I’ve had them all this time. It’s weird, huh?” Vanya tells the both of you, her voice holding a tinge of resentment.

“It’s in..it’s incredible.” Allison gasps, shocked and amazed at this new information.

Vanya’s face falls, “But?”

“Can we just leave now. We’ll all have a nice lovely conversation about it in the car.” You rush, feeling the tension in the room starting to increase, as you attempt to get things rolling.

“Why?” Wonders Vanya. Allison glances down for a moment, sighing softly, “You’re not gonna want to hear it.” She warns, oh right, we gotta tell Vanya about her psychotic boyfriend. That’s gonna go well.

“Well, that’s never stopped you before.” She adds dryly, ouch. But well deserved.

“Leonard Peabody? His real name is Harold Jenkins.” Allison pauses for a moment, letting the information sink into Vanya, “Remember when I couldn’t find anything in the library on Leonard? It’s because Leonard Peabody doesn’t exist. Harold Jenkins does.” She explains, Vanya listens in silence, not sure what to believe anymore.

“She’s right. He was in prison for 12 years. The sick fuck murdered his father when he was 13...his pops might have had it coming..but still.” You tell her, further backing up Allison’s facts.

“This is...insane. His dad was an engineer at the..” Allison cuts her off, “I have the police report in the car, Vanya. I can show you.”

“I don’t...I don’t understand.” Vanya says shaking her head, not believing in these obscene facts. You walk closer to Allison, who’s standing a couple feet away from Vanya. “Leonard, Harold, Yeah man. It doesn’t make a lot of sense, and it sounds crazy. But we were in his house, this wack-job has pictures of us with our eyes gouged out.” You urge, trying to help her understand. Her brows furrow in agitated bewilderment, “Wh..What?” She starts as Allison quickly interrupts her, “I promise I will tell you everything in the car, but it is not safe.” Rushes Allison worriedly as she grabs Vanya’s arm, pulling her a couple feet towards the door. “No, stop.” Objects Vanya, sitting down in a rocking chair, Allison falling to her knees in front of her. “Look, um...I can’t imagine how hard it is for you to hear this...how you feel right now, but I..I love you, and I just...I wanna be here for you, as your sister.” Pleads Allison, desperately trying to get Vanya moving and away from this place. You stand back, folding your arms in concern, you can feel a heavy uneasiness crawling over the room.

“There’s just no way. I love him. This just doesn’t make any sense. And this power...I don’t know. I don’t know what’s going on. I don’t know what to do.” Mutters Vanya, her face washing over in troubled distress, overwhelmed by everything that’s happening.

“Now I understand.” Whispers Allison, apparently remembering a long forgotten memory, “When we were four. Dad told us you were sick. You had to be isolated. We were so young. None of us knew to question it. But then he asked me to do something I never understood...until now. He made me an accomplice.” Explains Allison shamefully, bowing her head down in disgust for what she did. You watch Vanya’s shocked face, you had no idea any of this happened. And clearly neither did she.

“You did this to me?” Whispers Vanya.

“I...I didn’t realize.”

“You knew this whole time? That I had powers!” Shouts Vanya, getting up off the rocking chair in a fury. “No, no! I didn’t understand until we came today, until I saw it.” Pleads Allison standing up as well. You just stand back and continue to watch the shit-show, damn, this family continues to surprise you to no end.

“Well, now it all makes sense. This is why you never wanted me around.” She cries, anger and sadness fueling her.

“What? No!”

“You couldn’t risk me threatening your place in the house, your...your dominance.” Vanya continues, her temper rising by the minute. “That is not true.” Adds Allison, Vanya screaming back, “You couldn’t handle the fact that Dad might find me special.”

“You are special, with or without powers.” Snaps Allison desperately.

“Don’t...Don’t say that!” Screams Vanya, her face a mask of hurt and anger. “We have a chance to start over.” Allison tells her calmly, Vanya not buying into anything, “You destroyed my life!” She yells. You throw your hands up to your hypersensitive ears, not being able to stand the shouting anymore.

“Oh, come on Vanya. Everything is out in the open. We can move on.” Begs Allison getting frustrated. Vanya shakes her head, “Oh, I’m moving on. But not with you, or Y/N, with Leonard.” She snaps, you interject for the first time, “With Harold, the crazy bastard remember.” She ignores you, screaming back, “With Leonard! The only person who has ever loved me for me!” Allison stands back, lightly chuckling at the ridiculous thought of this random psychopath loving anyone. “Look me in the eye and tell me you’re not threatened now.” Says Vanya calmly, you look around you as the wind begins to pick up in the cabin once again, shit.

“I don’t wanna argue with you.” Begins Allison, Vanya vocalizing her rage, “Then go! I don’t want your help!” She wails, you cover your sensitive ears tighter.

“Vanya, I love you!” Allison cries, begging her to listen.

“Stop saying that!” Screams Vanya, even louder then before. Allison’s face scrunches up in confusion as she looks around the windy room, “Are you okay?”

“I said go!” A second later the lights above Allison shatter, raining down glass into your hair and hers. “Please don’t make me do this.” Begs Allison, at her whits end, and out of ideas on what to do about Vanya’s growing outrage. You take a step back, your legs hitting the front of the couch, afraid of what she’s about to do next, “I heard a rumor..” Allison begrudgingly starts, without warning Vanya reacts with lighting speed, you watch on in horror as Vanya whips her violin string across Allison’s vulnerable throat. Slitting it in one clean motion, your eyes shoot over to a shocked Allison, then deep red blood begins pooling out of her neck. Her eyes go wide as she raises her hands to stop the bleeding, you and Vanya race over to her as she begins to fall to the carpeted floor. “Allison!” Screams Vanya, terrified at what she had just done. “I didn’t mean to...I didn’t....I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” She cries, glancing at you then back to Allison as hot tears begin streaming down her face. You listen to the strained gasps coming from Allison, as you rip off the bottom of your shirt and place it firmly where the injury is, doing your best to stop the bleeding. While Vanya’s hyperventilating next to you, you can hear Leonard urging her to get up and follow him out the door. He rushes over, grabbing her arm roughly and pulling her away, you snap out of your trance of saving Allison’s life.

Racing after them, Leonard shoves a hysterical Vanya out the door, before he whips around to face you, who’s staring daggers at him from the doorway.

“The Olympian. It’s an honor to finally meet you.” He says with an agitating grin as you sneer at him.

“Well, I wouldn’t stay to excited about it for much longer.” You snap, he chuckles at that while taking a step back.

In an instant you lunge at him, pushing him ferociously into the porch railing, the boards snap as they catch his weight. He staggers to his feet, wiping a smear of blood from his mouth and letting out a ragged cough while giving you a sly smile as he goes to picks up Vanya, “You won’t be able to move for quit awhile. And that’s all we need.” He tells you mysteriously, turning away and hastily limping down the steps, hand in hand with Vanya. You snap out of your daze, going to take a step to finish the job when your stomach has the most intensely jarring sharp pain, practically screaming at you to stop. You look down, this fucker stabbed you with a Swiss Army knife. “Goddammit.” You groan, grabbing its hilt and pulling it painfully out of you. Some blood squirts out and drips onto the wooden floor. You grimace, lifting the bloody blade up to your nose, you take a small sniff. “Oh fuck.” You deadpan, he coated the blade with some type of poison. You’re not sure what from, but you can tell its been tampered with, this dick knew what the fuck he was about, damn he must really hate the Umbrella Academy.

Knowing you probably only have a couple minutes left before the toxins fully reach into your system. You drop the knife, stumbling over to a barely conscious Allison. You fall to the floor, grabbing the arm of the couch with your left hand. Your whole body feels sick and you start to sweat heavily, you’re not sure if you’re about to vomit or not. Luckily it passes, replaced by an intense agonizing pain stabbing at your stomach, at least you can still breath. You crawl to Allison’s legs, leaning yourself against the couch, fighting to keep yourself awake, you have to stay awake, you have to fight through the poison that’s desperately trying to kill you. But everything feels so fuzzy and you can hear your own heartbeat pounding in your ears. It’s deafening. Nonetheless you crawl forward, reaching your right hand up to press gently onto her bleeding wound.

You don’t know how long you’ve been slumped on the floor in agony, straining to keep your eyes open as bloody drool seeps out from the side of your mouth. But you could have swore you just heard the sound of car doors slamming shut. A moment later the screen door bursts open, Luther entering first, followed by Klaus, Five, and Diego. Luther races over to Allison’s left side, since your slowly dying on her right. Klaus kneels down in front of you, lifting your head up, it’s so hard to move, your body feels like it’s on fire and tied down by a thousand ship anchors.

“Y/N, what happened? What’s wrong with you?” Pleads Klaus breathlessly, terrified that you’re not healing right away. It’s how poison works, it won’t kill you, but damn will it keep you awake in a half dying state until the affects wear off.

Diego suddenly materializes from up above you, your vision is so blurry, you could barely tell it’s him. You can’t clearly make out a single comprehensible word from either of them. But a minute later you can feel yourself being lifted, and carefully carried out the door and down the steps. Where you’re then put into a car, your head and shoulder is leaning against something soft and warm. Presumably Diego or Klaus but you can’t tell anymore. Then the vehicle begins to move, the dull rumbling of the engine, forcing you into a half-conscious state. You don’t remember the ride home.

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The night left ( Kuroo Tetsurō x Reader)

Heyyyy! Quick note y/n is a real person in this real world! And I suggest you listen to " idk you yet by Alexander 23" on loop 🔁 for this story :) thank you!

6:00pm

You were walking home alone after a bad day from school. This happens a lot that it became your routine. No matter how hard you try for some reason you can never have a normal, positive, happy day. Sometimes you wish you could just disappear or maybe go back to the time you were a kid. Imagine how fun it would be living your life with pure happy imagination

.As a kid, you always had a wild imagination. As you grow older the harder life gets your wonderful imagination slowly fades into a pool of anxiety, self consciousnesses, and sad reality. You used to have this big no I mean HUGE crush on Kuroo Tetsuro. You loved the idea of having him by your side comforting you and loving you. Somehow the thought of that makes you feel less... lonely.

That was in the past. Now you live in an apartment on your own starting your 1st year in college. It is heartbreaking to realize how much you've changed not only physically but also mentally. You realized in the real world no one would do that to you. No one will hug you and tell you everything will be alright, no one will ask you how your day went, NO ONE will ever be there to listen to you.You eventually end up in front of your apartment door. You were about to unlock it when you heard a series of footsteps as if someone was walking around. Cautiously you slowly open the door and that's when you saw someone you never knew alive nor existed.

"Nice to see you Chibi-chan!" He said with a goofy smile on his face. You stood there in pure shock "What the hell?! Is this a joke? Are you a cosplayer? You know what?! I don't care get out. NOW" you said utterly confused. "NO NO NO no I'm not! Please believe me y/n" he pleaded. " what the hell bro your creepy how the fuck do you know my name? Did f/n set me up? Did she hire you? You better get out now or I'm calling the cops!" " NO! y/n I'm Kuroo Tetsuro! You see! come on, please... trust me"

you knew you shouldn't trust him. You knew you shouldn't believe him but, there's something that's telling you that he's telling the truth. Of course, that is impossible but it was sincere the look in his eyes. What the hell is happening? Have you finally gone crazy from all the bullshit the universe has put you through? Despite this crazy shit happening you managed to stay calm. Honestly, the word has put you through so much shit that you cannot find the care anymore.

You sighed " so you're Kuroo Tetsuro, as in the captain of Nekoma which happens to be from an anime" "yup" he answered shortly. "That's the dumbest thing I-" you couldn't continue cause deep down you know you believe him. I mean who wouldn't? He has the same voice, hair, height and he looks exactly like Kuroo and not to mention his aura and personality, It's like the exact copy. You look at him as he smirks and raises his eyebrow as if he was telling you 'see? I'm right'.

You roll your eyes at him"fine if you are Kuroo then what are you doing here and how are you even here?" "Well the second question's complicated but I can answer the first one. I'm here because..." "because?" "I wanted to see you" when he said that you were taken back and slightly flattered at the thought that someone wants to see you. " and why did you want to see me?" You asked hoping to make more sense of the situation.

You've got to admit you were kinda anxious for his answer but what he said completely confused you."Because I missed you" when he said that you suddenly had the urge to say it back. The truth is you did miss him a lot but you wouldn't admit it. "ok then.." you replied as you take deep breathes in hopes to calm yourself down.You know you might regret this, you know this is dumb as fuck but "so do you want to stay?" The moment you said that his eyes lit up like a child as if he was waiting for this his whole life. He softly replied with a genuine gentle smile on his face. " I would love that love" For some reason him calling you love gave you a nostalgic feeling. It made you feel safe like you could be yourself with him.

"What's with the new nickname? What happened to chibi-chan?" You asked as you head to the kitchen. It took him a while to respond. "..don't you remember? We used to call each other that" you couldn't see him but you had a feeling that he wore a sad smile on his face as he recalled the memories of you together. For you on the other hand don't remember any of that happening... when it hits you. You remember reading a fanfic book of you and Kuroo being together and throughout the book, you called each other love. At that moment all your doubts vanished. You completely believe him. He is your Kuroo. You were confused but you weren't scared. You take the snacks and walk to him on the couch as you compose yourself.

"Well then, it's really nice to see you Kuroo" you said with a smile on your face as you sat down next to him. After an hour or less of watching tv with him, he asks you "hey love?" "hmm?" "Can we do face masks?" You were taken back by his sudden request but you're not complaining. "sure...but why tho? I didn't think you're kind of guy who enjoys face masks" you asked as you look up at him. He looks at you mischievously "you told me you wanted to do face masks with me and besides I always wanted to try the peel-off ones"

The smile he wore can fool others but not you though. You had a feeling that it's not the entire truth."Kuroo, what do you really want?" Short silence took over once again until "I want to spend this night with you doing the things we've wanted to do" now that was the truth. He never wanted anything more than to spend time with you. "Fine" you said slightly laughing at how cute he's being. After a few hours of doing random stuff like curling your hair with straws, doing random dance videos, baking, and dancing.

It was now 12:20 am and both of you decided to go for a walk. "Thank you" he mumbles "hmm?" "I said Thank you" "for what?" You asked " For spending the night with me" he said while smiling but for some reason there it is again the tint of sadness in his tone. You stop walking and look at him with a teasing smile on your face. "huh? You've been acting all weird all night are you sure you're Kuroo? Cause the real Kuroo I know is cocky, sarcastic, and is a science nerd even though he's a complete dick" you teased trying to lighten up the mood.

"Hey! who are you calling dick chibi-chan! For someone who is so clearly lacking docosahexaenoic acid you sure are great with your words SHRIMP" He says with a smirk. After that, you guys walked for an hour or two as you talk about dumb shit. When you guys get home it was already 2:57 am. Both of you decided to cuddle in bed. " I wish we could stay like this forever" you say with his arms wrapped around you comfortably as you slowly drift off to sleep.

5:00 am

You woke up to Kuroo looking at you lovingly as he creases your cheek while humming a beautiful melody. You listened to him more and you realized It was the song you always imagine him singing to you. "Good morning Kuroo" you greeted with a smile. "Good morning Love" He said as he gently kisses your forehead. "sleep some more love" "but Kuroo I'm not-" " Please y/n" He pleaded, his voice somewhat shaking as he pushed your head to his chest. You didn't notice the tears threatening to slip through his eyes. "Hey, Kuroo?" "hmm?" "all we did tonight was everything I wanted to do. But, What about you?" You asked trying to look up at him to see his face but you couldn't, he was holding you so tight as if he would lose you. "didn't I tell you to sleep already?" He asked as he let out a small chuckle. "Fineee" you said pouting. After a few seconds of silence "good night Kuroo" you said as sleep takes over you.

5:30 am

"Y/N... Love" You woke up to Kuroo saying your name shaking you lightly. "hmmm?" you answer still half asleep and you rub your eye. "good morning love" "good morning, why'd you wake me up?" You asked looking at him eyes half-open. "Guess what chibi-chan" "hmm?" "I love you" That simple three-letter word woke you wide awake as you feel your face heating up. "T-Tetsuro w-" "and I want you to have sweet dreams of me" and that's when you noticed the tears streaming down his face. "h-hey are you o-" You panicked, you don't like seeing him like this nor do you like the feelings his words are giving you. You can't bear the fact that he's talking to you as if he was saying goodbye. Tears threaten to fall from the sudden terrifying thought of him leaving. "I love you so fucking much" He cried once more with hurt visible on his beautiful face. "h-hey! why do I feel like you're saying goodbye!" at this point you were also crying, you weren't ready. You didn't want to risk it, you wouldn't be able to handle it if he were to leave. "I will never get tired, I will never say no for more time with you" The tears kept ongoing and all you could respond with is a little whimper. "Promise me you'll be the cute and happy chibi-chan for me forever. Cause if you do I will be the happiest man alive" "Tetsu- please don't leave me, I wouldn't be able to handle it. Tetsu please, you can't leave me, I love you, you're everything I've ever wanted. All I need is you so please." You cry desperately holding on to him scared to let go. "I'm sorry for not telling you sooner... Tell me, love, how can you miss someone you've never met? .....I Love you so much chibi-chan" He leaned in, lips a few centimeters from yours and before it even touched. It happened all so fast. In just one blink of an eye, he's gone with a beautifully decorated envelope stood in his place.

Dear Y/n,

I'm sorry... I'm sorry I didn't complete the things you wanted to do with me. I couldn't do the last one. I didn't have the courage to say it to you out loud so I'm sorry if this is not what you expected but I do want to say it to you so here it goes. Y/N L/N is your name but you were Y/N Kuroo from where I came from. You might have now noticed that all my memories of us together came from your imagination or from stories you read. The memories might not be true but y/n I love you so much and that's something you cannot deny. I've been with you ever since you knew about me and I didn't have the guts to leave even though you already left me. I can't blame you though I know you're getting older and I know that as times pass by you will eventually forget about me. You asked me what I really wanted. Well, I wanted to start a family with you, I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. But more than anything I wanted to be with you even if it was just for a night. Love, you are the most adorable, beautiful, kind-hearted, caring, lovable girl that I have ever met. I love you so damn much chibi-chan. My chibi-chan, I missed you.-Love Kuroo

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Kuroo Tetsuro Bucket list:

Spend a night with her✔

Finish her bucket list ✔

Kiss her

If you cringe while reading this because of all the grammar mistakes sorry bubs but I’m too lazy to fix it ;P

#angst #kuroo #tetsuro #haikyuu #nekoma #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #tetsuro kuroo x reader #chibi-chan #sad #fanfic #fictiophilia #love for a fictional character #real life y/n

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A Lot of Words about a Thing

This is a “I’m writing this out so next time someone asks I can just point them to this (or copy/paste) instead of having to type it again” thing.

I’ve been doing Hello Fresh for the last two or three months and I thought I’d talk about the ups and downs of it and if I’m going to keep doing it. This is not an endorsement (which will be clear when you get to the overall middling scoring), but I will put a link at the bottom so we can both get a deal if you want to try it.

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So anyway, I had been thinking about doing a meal kit for a long time but pulled the trigger on it back in... like Mid-January, I guess?

the tl;dr of it all is that I like it and I’ll probably keep doing it for awhile, but it’s not for everyone, and is expensive for what it is, especially if you already know how to cook.

Before I started, I made myself sit down and write out a quick list of what I wanted to get out of trying a meal kit experience, so I’ll rate how successful or not each one of those things is.

First of all, I want to also say, I can already cook. I’m a pretty good cook. I can follow a recipe and improvise successfully when necessary usually. One reason why a lot of people do a meal kit is because they need to learn how to cook and that definitely wasn’t me.

Also, they offer a variety of number and portions on meals to try. I get three meals a week, with two portions a meal, which means I cook Hello Fresh for dinner one night, and usually the next night have the leftovers. Friday night is usually “Yay You Made It To The Weekend, You Get To Order Takeout” night. You can order for several more meals a week, and for up to four portions in each meal, if you want.

So on to the reasons why I decided to try HF, with a grading of how I feel about each one after trying.

Reason One: Try Something New

I was super excited at the beginning of the pandemic now working from home full time, because this was a great chance to really start trying some new recipes. I had fallen into a pretty bad rut for awhile of some of the same frozen type meals or just making super easy things for dinner and sandwiches for lunch pre-pandemic. Even though my commute was stupid easy I often felt too wiped at the end of the day to make like, real meals. So when the pandemic hit and I was Home All The Time, for the first couple of months I was buying interesting ingredients (what I could get my hands on at the time) and really digging into making new and interesting things. Even baking my own bread and bought some new kitchen gadgets like a pressure cooker to expand my repertoire.

By like... the end of summer... well the good news was that I was still cooking and hadn’t fallen back to a packaged-food routine most of the time (though still some frozen pizzas or bags of pre-made Asian or Italian food you cook on the stovetop mostly for lunch) but also I had more or less found The Ten Things I Make (like Spaghetti, a great chicken and rice dish that is so good and makes about 6 meals worth of leftovers) and I was real tired of like, recipe hunting. The most work I was then doing was finding new pressure cooker recipes and tbh almost all of what I was making was Chicken In Some Kind of Sauce Over Rice. I was burned out.

So Hello Fresh... has been great for that. I have only made the same thing a couple of times and those were only because i loved them so much the first time I wanted that thing again. For the most part, I have tried just a ton of new things, including some ingredients I’ve never worked with before or really thought I wouldn’t like! And I did! I feel like I am often trying something I have never made before.

Reason 1.5: Variety

OK this is hand-in-hand with Something New but also slightly different.

Try Something New would be rated like a 4.5 out of 5 stars.... but some stars are taken away though, because a lot of their recipes are very similar. For a protein, there’s like, chicken breasts, hamburger meat, pork chops, chicken sausage and pork sausage. Occasionally steak. Basically every meal will start with one of those things.... oh and I guess there’s like some fish choices, but I hate fish. There’s also vegetarian options, which I have only occasionally gotten. So within the variety, there’s a lot of similarities.

Also there are a lot of same ingredients in their recipes. I have grated a lot of lemons and limes. I have chopped up a lot of carrots, green onions, and potatoes (so many potatoes.) I have consumed more sour cream than I ever have. I have started looking for ways to add even a little more variety to the things that are often-repeats that they give you.

But part of that is my fault -- I am mostly selecting items that I know I will like, or can modify to how I like. There are a lot of veggie and fish-based choices I could pick up most weeks which I avoid.

And almost everything I’ve ever made... I’d make again. I save all the recipe cards so that someday when I don’t wanna do HF anymore, I will have all them all handy to make later. The HF Subreddit also has a lot of resources like how to do their custom spice mixes, very handy. There’s been maybe 3 things I’ve made which I’d say were Just Okay, but nothing I’d say that was bad. And some of the ideas in this paragraph I talk about more, further down.

But also on the topic of “Variety” -- since every meal I make has two portions (occasionally I will stretch something to three) -- points are given back because I’m not “Making a huge pot of spaghetti that I eat for five meals in a row.” So that’s good, even if it means more cooking overall.

So honestly, on Something New overall, I’ll give this like a 3.5 out of 5 stars, correcting up to 4 stars on a curve, since I strike entire categories of their offerings based on my own tastes. They offer a pretty good variety of meals to select, and part of the problem here is my fault for hating All Seafood and not being thrilled with the vegetarian options (I also don’t feel like I’m getting my money’s worth without a protein) so there are a lot of meals re-using similar ingredients. It slides back down to a 3.5 though when you factor in Reasons 3 & 4 below.

Reason Two: Kill Analysis Paralysis

A thing I found increasingly happening by the end of last year was analysis paralysis. Especially as I started a new job where I’m much, much busier (but happier) in October. I would find myself staring at the fact that I’d have to make the decision on What To Make For Dinner and dreading it more and more. It wasn’t really the cooking I hated, but the deciding what to cook, which got me into the lack of variety rut. More often than I’d like to admit I’d just make a box of Kraft Mac & Cheese or like... just... toast... for dinner because the decision-making part of my brain was tired... or out of spoons as the kids say these days.

This is maybe my favorite part of Hello Fresh overall. Once every week or two I log onto HF, pick what I’m going to eat like... 5 or 6 weeks in the future, which I can do at a time when I have that decision-making energy, and forget about it. Every Monday a box shows up on my doorstep, I see what nice things I picked out for myself several weeks ago, and the most I have to decide is which order I will make those things in.

So when it’s a “Make Dinner” day, I don’t have that “shit, I have to make a decision” feeling. I already know because I pre-planned it back when I wasn’t at the end of a long workday. It’s one of those small, dumb things that really really helps me mentally in an almost inexplicable way. And I can feel better about myself because I didn’t eat something dumb for dinner. And I still allow myself to make easy things for lunch, like a small frozen pizza, a sandwich and some chips, or hey, Kraft Dinner. And sometimes I do make a big pot of Spaghetti or something that I love and will just have that for lunch every day for a week, and so I don’t have to feel like I’m always cooking.

And on Eat HF Leftovers For Dinner nights, that’s even better, because I have a tasty meal and it just had to get reheated in the microwave or stovetop. Some meals are easy to half-prepare ahead of time on day one, and just do the last steps on leftover night the next night to have fresher dinner easily.

Just 5 out of 5 stars here. This is my favorite part.

Reason Three: Eat More Vegetables.

Uh, yeah, I’m terrible about eating veggies on my own. The best I can do usually is buy a bag of mixed greens and try to have a side salad with dinner, or buy bags of frozen foods and hope they come with veggies I’d eat.

So the good thing here, is that when HF sends me vegetables to make, if it’s a veggie I like, I’ll probably make it.

The big problem, though, is that there’s no substitutions. And I’m still not gonna eat brussell sprouts or, broccoli, or mushrooms. I was a sport and tried making them (except the mushrooms) the first time I got recipes that used them as sides. And nope... still cant.

But hey, I have done a lot better at eating more fresh green beans, and onions, and carrots, and peppers. Though sometimes I just snack on the bell pepper instead of cooking it. Still, I call it a win.

I really, really wish I could trade out the side-dish vegetables I know I won’t eat for like, a small side salad, an apple, or hey, even just... carrots! But nope, no substitutions. =\ I’d score this way better if we could do so.

Still, I’m doing better here, and overall, more vegetables are being eaten. So, 3 out of 5 stars.

Reason Four: Waste Less Food

The amount of fruit and vegetables I’ve ordered and thrown away over the last year make me cringe. I would order things with every intention of eating them and then just... not. Oh yeah I need two lemons, an orange and two limes in case I make ____ recipe! I need a new bag of baby carrots to snack on and make a side dish and cut into a salad!

And then I maybe... maybe use half of that before it goes bad.

Probably less. Because of the Analysis Paralysis and not trying new things. You run into that problem where you don’t have the ingredients on hand to make a new thing so you can’t make a new thing... but then you buy them but forgot (crucial thing) so the thing still doesn’t get made. Or you just... don’t plan when you’re gonna make the thing and by the time I’d be like “Oh yeah I should make something with those vegetables” they’d have already turned.

SO... I felt shitty throwing away so much produce, and loaves of bread, and other perishable food that got maybe half-eaten. So much, for so long. Yeah, I know I could do better with my meal planning, but it’s been one of those things I always vow to do, and then did not do that thing.

Doing HF has really made me re-evaluate what I buy as groceries, and I have cut way down on ordering unnecessary produce and perishables like bread. Because I don’t really have to worry about dinner and am allowing myself to do easy lunches that don’t require real “cooking.” So, overall I am definitely buying and tossing less food.

Also just as another quick note -- what also tends to get tossed out of my HF boxes is a “spicy ingredient” But in some ways, this works in HF’s favor. I don’t really like spicy foods. A small amount of spice is OK but I’d rather just do without it in most things, sorry I’m that white girl. Most “Spicy” HF meals get spicy by a spice blend, a packet of sriracha / hot sauce, or a jalapeno which they want you to cut up and include. So whenever I see something that looks good but listed as “spicy”, I can check the ingredient list first and see what makes it spicy, If I think the thing still sounds good without the spicy part, I can order it. So yeah, I’ll toss spicy ingredients, but that is 100% my choice and it makes things better because it gives me more variety to order those meals and still make it to my own taste.

Oh, and occasionally, the produce is just bad when you get it or not long after. I haven’t had this problem often, mostly with ginger and garlic. I do evaluate which meal has the most perishables when I get my box on Mondays and make those first. Apparently you can call customer service if this happens for a small credit, but I just use pre-diced garlic or powdered ginger when this has happened to me.

So, this would be a 4.5 out of 5 except for... as discussed above... I end up tossing out HF vegetables on occasion I know I hate and won’t eat, and they won’t let me make substitutions.

But also... cooking for myself... when I make a big batch of something that lasts 4 - 6 portions... more often than I’d like to admit, the last portion or two would never get eaten. Sometimes I’d TELL myself I’d eat them in a week or so and freeze them only to throw it all away months later.

So let’s call this a 4 out of 5. Overall, significantly less food waste with HF.

Reason Five: Save Time

I thought that doing HF would mean less prep-work and less time in the kitchen, especially with their easy-to-follow recipes and pre-measured ingredients.

So in that way, yes, time is saved, and it so again takes that mental load off in a lot of ways of not having to make all those pesky decisions. The materials you’re working with and what you need to do are all Right There for you. It’s really, nice.

As a side note, like I said I’m a good cook, and I haven’t had any problems following along anything I’ve made, but there were a few things I think are more of a moderate skill level and could be a little challenging for newcomers. But then, I see people on the HF subreddit all the time saying they learned to cook with no skill and they find the recipes easy so... we’re good there.

However, Saving Time loses points for two big reasons:

First, I’m only making two portions of each meal. Which, ok... this is my decision. I could order four portions per meal. But then... hey that’s taking big points away on the “variety” front.

The Vegetable Chopping / prep work on a lot of the recipes often takes 10 - 20 minutes, depending on the number of fruits and veggies. So yay for meeting Goal #3 (more veggies) even if it is balanced out by Goal #5.

And unfortunately, most meals end up taking up more dishes than I’d like to clean up (usually at least a pan and baking sheet, sometimes also a pot. Plus knife, cutting board, tongs, stirring spoon, maybe a zester, etc.) So no time is saved on cleanup, either.

Mostly where time is saved is having to pick out recipes and making sure you have/buy all the ingredients. Not much is saved in the actual cooking.

I do, however, enjoy the time I spent cooking and the knowledge that I’m gonna make something good, so we’ll give it a bit back, there.

As a time saver, I’d give HF a 2.5 out of 5 stars.

Reason Six: Save Money

Y’all, Hello Fresh is expensive. Honestly the #1 reason I re-evaluate whether I want to keep going with it every few weeks is the cost. Even though I can afford it.

For basically six meals a week, I’m paying $63 for the food, plus $9 for the shipping.

Which means I’m paying $12 a meal. For food I make myself.

Not cheap. A luxury.

Where I don’t feel quite so bad about it is the fact that... for the most part, I am wasting a lot less food. Except, as mentioned, when I can’t swap out vegetables I hate for something I’d actually eat.

So that makes it irk me even more when I am throwing out vegetables I really hate, because they’re expensive vegetables.

Also that price tag is motivation to make and eat every meal.

Overall, my grocery bills have gone down... honestly pretty significantly. Because I’m not overbuying food! Now, they haven’t gone down enough to even out the cost for Hello Fresh... I’m still probably spending about 50% more overall for each dinner now than I was before.

This isn’t a cost savings. It’s an expense, but one I can afford. And part of writing out this post is to remind myself to decide when the experience is no longer worth the expense.

1 out of 5 stars.

Reason Seven: Eat Better

I would like to challenge myself to define “Better” because that’s all I wrote down when I made the list.

Healthier? Eeeehhhhhh.... maybe? But not much.

Hello Fresh does offer lighter choices, and sometimes I pick those because they look good and are filled with things I will eat!

But I’m just as likely to pick the most calor-ific things on the menu.

HF also adds a lot of Sour Cream to their recipes, and encourage you to salt and butter your food liberally. I try to cut down on some of this where I think it’s too much. But sometimes there’s not much to cut out and still have the meal you ordered.

But also I’m not eating any worse calorie-wise than I was before, probably. And overall I’m eating a lot more “real food” instead of “packaged food” and fast food than I was.... especially pre-pandemic. And again, I AM eating a lot more vegetables, so.... that’s... better?

If I define better as Tastier, yeah, I’m doing pretty good in that regard, haha.

So Better as in healthier: 2.5 of 5 stars.

Better as in tastier: 4 out of 5 stars.

Overall Scoring & Tips

Okay, overall that comes out to a 3.18 out of 5, which I’d round up to a 3.5... which is a pretty good score for how I feel about HF overall. My current plan is to keep doing it until I go back to working in the office again, and re-evaluate. For now, it works for me.

IF YOU WANT TO TRY IT, this is my referral link, you’ll get $70 off over a month’s worth of meals (so like, $20 or something off 3 boxes and $10 off the last one, something like that.

I also have four “Free box” codes to give out, PM me if you want one of those. I don’t think those are compatible with the $70 off link, but it might be a box of completely free food for you? I don’t know how it works, but this may be the better deal? PM me.

If you decide to go for it, here’s a few tips:

Every week or two, go in and choose your meals, don’t let HF choose for you unless you really don’t care.

Read the ingredient list and make sure there’s not too much stuff you don’t like coming in a meal.

The extras are pretty expensive and not really worth it.

Plan on each meal taking about 45 minutes to cook from start to finish including chopping vegetables. Another 10 - 20 with cleanup depending if you have to handwash dishes or not.

Look for ways to make the meal healthier, especially if it encourages you to add more butter and salt near the end. You probably do NOT need to do so.

Buy a decent pepper. I love McCormick’s Peppercorn Medley pepper grinder. Also sea salt grinder is my personal salt preference.

Add some of your own seasonings. I buy a jar of pre-diced garlic (yes yes I know the criticisms of the stuff but it’s easy) and throw in a half tablespoon or so of that into a lot of recipes. Also there are a lot of potatoes that they want you to just cook with olive oil, salt and pepper. Throw some garlic or onion salt on them, or some Lawry’s Seasoning Salt or steak salt of your choice for some variety.

Your basic 2 quart pot, 8 - 12″ frying pan and cookie sheet, plus a cutting board, decent veggie knife, and typical kitchen utensil set are all you need. However, a decent meat thermometer and a zester that collects the zest as you go are both highly recommended.

A sieve and very small rice cooker have also been a lifesaver for making good rice that doesn’t get overcooked.

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