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legolasoftherings · 4 years

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Second Time pt. 2

Pairing: Modern(coffee shop)!Kili x reader Word Count: 2339 Warnings: lots of smoochin, a tiny bit of jealousy, so so so much tooth decaying fluff A/N: Seriously, not even joking, this is completely full of cliches but whatEVER. Honestly, it’s so cute it made me cry writing it. Also, remember how I said this would be updated weekly? I lied (unintentionally, but still). Happy reading, darlings <3

PART 1

As the day went by, Kili almost completely forgot about you. Customers seemed ruder today, but he pushed through with the promise of seeing you at the end of the day. At 1:57, he heard the door open. “Hi welcome to-- oh,” he said looking up. To his surprise, it was you, “You’re a little early.” “I just needed to come work on things for a little while, and thought I’d come here,” you replied with a shrug and a grin. “Well, what would you like?” “What’s the most caffeinated thing you’ve got?” “I like your style,” he smirked with a knowing look on his face, “One cold brew with an extra shot coming up!”

You sat up at the bar and chatted as he made your coffee, his smile boring through your defenses. You couldn’t stop yourself from blushing, and you tripped over your words, but he was too caught up in his own nervous thoughts to notice. “Here you go,” he said with a sweet smile, passing the cup to you. Your fingers brushed his, and you swore your heart stopped. Recovering quickly, you grabbed your bag and choked out, “Thanks.” Sitting down at a small table, you pulled out your laptop and tried to focus on the work email you were trying to reply to, but unfortunately, you couldn’t help but admire Kili as he worked. His hair was pulled back into a bun, but small wavy strands framed his face effortlessly. The t-shirt he was wearing was just tight enough to emphasize his toned chest and biceps, and you quickly took a sip of your cold brew to stop your mouth from falling open. After you had gotten your coffee and sat down, Kili breathed a sigh of relief. I didn’t mess it up too badly, he thought to himself. Just then, he heard a laugh behind him. “Good going, lover boy,” Dwalin teased, slow clapping. Kili hit him with the towel he was holding with a groan. Dwalin laughed and said, “What? I didn’t say you did bad! I think she really likes you.” “Well, thanks for the analysis,” Kili deadpanned. Just then, a customer walked in the door and up to the counter. He ordered a latte, paid, and stepped back. Turning around, the customer surveyed the almost empty coffee shop, and recognized you. “Y/N?” You turned towards the voice, and your eyes lit up. “Bard!” you exclaimed, jumping up and running towards him, “It’s been so long, old man.” He laughed at the nickname, and retorted, “You and I both know that I’m two days older than you. That doesn’t mean I’m old.” “Sorry, I forgot! It means you’re practically ancient!” You gave him a bear hug as he kissed your forehead, his mustache pleasantly scratching your skin. The two of you continued to talk as he grabbed his coffee; you were completely oblivious to Kili watching you sulkily, however, Dwalin was not. “What’s going on, lover boy?” “WIll you stop calling me that?” Kili snapped, seething. Dwalin chuckled and got back to work, leaving Kili alone with his thoughts. You pulled Bard back to your table, and continued to chatter away with your old friend. For you, the time flew by, and suddenly, it was 2:30. “I’m so sorry to cut this short, but I have to drive the guy behind the counter home,” you said. Bard raised an eyebrow at you, and you blushed slightly. “How’d you two meet?” he asked with a wink and a smile. “Just at some party,” you said, pausing, “Do you want to meet for dinner soon?” you asked, changing the subject. “Definitely! I’ll text you later,” he replied, “Bye, loser.” “Bye, dumbass,” you said, giving him a squeeze and kiss on the forehead as you grabbed your things. Kili heard the last little bit of the conversation as he stepped out from behind the counter and scowled. You smiled at him, oblivious to his sullen face and walked him out the door. Unfortunately, it had begun to rain, and you had parked farther away, and you hadn’t thought to bring a jacket. “Here,” Kili murmured, draping his black bomber jacket over you as you shivered slightly in the damp cold. You looked up at him in grateful surprise, and he smiled softly at your expression. Trying to think of something to say, your mind raced. Finally, you spoke, “Sorry I parked so far away. If I’d known it was going to rain, I would have parked closer.” “Y/N, it’s totally fine. If anything, I’m glad I get to spend more time with you,” he replied smoothly, putting his hands in his pockets. You flushed and quickly looked away, biting the inside of your cheek. The rain felt cool on the skin of your face, contrasting noticeably with your burning cheeks. Avoiding Kili’s eyes felt like the best choice, so you focused on the orange and red hues of the trees lining the rain-soaked street. When you arrived at your car at last, your hair was damp and tangling. Kili, ever the gentleman, pulled your car door open, bowing low with a cheesy grin. “Thank you, good sir,” you wisecracked, returning his bow with a curtsy, and sitting down in the driver’s seat. He crossed over to the other side of the car, and climbed in. He pulled his hair out of its low bun, letting the softly curling waves spill over his shoulders effortlessly. You tried not to stare, but you couldn’t help yourself. You could tell he was wrestling with his thoughts, and you waited with aching anticipation. Eventually, he sighed, “Who was that guy?” He didn’t even try to hide the twinge of jealousy in his voice “Kili, please, don’t worry about it. That was Bard, a family friend. He’s like my brother, we’ve been friends forever!” you exclaimed defensively, “Are you jealous?” “Well-” “Kili, you’re jealous!” your incredulous reply came almost laughingly. “Maybe I am!” His abrupt statement sent your mind reeling. You exhaled and put your hands on your knees, unsure of what to say. “I like you, Y/N. A lot,” he continued, his chocolate brown eyes peering into yours for some kind of response, “You haven’t left my mind since the second time I met you, but I don’t know if you feel the same.” “Kili,” you breathed, moving closer to him, “I feel exactly the same.” With that, you leaned over the console and gently brushed your lips against his. Grinning into the kiss, Kili reached out to pull you closer, somehow pulling you over the console and into his lap. Your fingers tangled themselves in his waves, and you gasped for breath. Looking into his eyes, you realized how much you had craved him. Without warning, you wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him close. His arms wrapped you up tightly as you breathed in the scent of freshly brewed coffee in his hair. You leaned against his toned chest, and heard his faint heartbeat drumming against your ear. No words needed to be said, and nothing disturbed your peaceful silence until he spoke. “How about I take you on a real date, hmm?” he asked, “What do you think?” “I’d like that,” you replied, looking up at his cheerful face. “Does a picnic sound alright? I make a mean BLT.” Giggling, you answered,“Kili, anything with you sounds wonderful.” “So it’s settled, then. Friday, 6:30, I’ll pick you up.” “Kili, in case you forgot, you don’t have a car at the moment.” “Oh… uh, yeah. I’ll get that figured out.” “Well then, I’ll be waiting,” you smiled, “Speaking of picking up, I should probably take you home.” “Right,” he sighed, “One more kiss?” You laughed and gave his smirking lips a final kiss before you opened his door and moved to the driver's seat. “Do you want the aux?” you asked as you pulled out of the parking spot, “The cord is in the glove compartment.” He pulled the cord out and connected his phone, and you couldn’t help but notice his background. “Is that your cat?” “Yeah, that’s Misty,” he replied fondly, “This is a picture of her a few months ago when she was just a kitten, she’s a little bigger now.” “She’s adorable!” “I could introduce you, if you’d like,” Kili suggested, trying to hide his excitement. Little did you know, this boy loved his cat more than almost anything. “Really? I’d love to, if it’s alright.” “It’s totally fine with me.” He grinned and opened his music app. You noticed a playlist with your name on it, and you raised your eyebrows. He avoided your questioning eyes and pressed shuffle, and a soft guitar and male voice floated in. Looking at your dashboard display, you read: Second Time- Bruno Major. “We were playing twenty one In the pitch black of a country night I was struck like a drum…” You smiled at the lyrics, and began the route back to Kili’s apartment. “I was dangerously tangled, second time I met you And now I'm so impatient to adore you I crashed my car last night.” You turned abruptly to Kili, who just smiled. “My past week has been written in a song,” he murmured, “It’s a sign.” You barely stopped yourself from laughing aloud as you realized he was dead serious. Quickly regaining your composure, you listened and drove silently until the last notes of the song faded out. The next one began, and you recognized the artist almost immediately. The soft piano and humming of Ella Fitzgerald piped in through the speakers, and you were impressed. “I knew you had taste, but I didn’t know your taste was this good,” you commented, as the verse began. “I’ve got a crush on someone Guess who?” As you glanced at Kili once more, he was gazing out the window at the falling leaves. Feeling your eyes on him, he turned toward you and winked not-so-subtly with a smirk. “I would kiss you again if I wasn’t driving,” you quipped. “You could pull over,” he replied smoothly, laughing softly at your eye roll. “I’m trying to take you home, but we’ll never get there if you keep distracting me.” He raised his hands in defeat with a cocky grin and turned the music up slightly. “I never had the least notion that I could fall with so much emotion...” The music faded into the background of your thoughts, which were running wild. The fleeting thoughts felt like the fallen leaves breezing by your windows, listless and separated. All you could think of was Kili, and your brain took that in all directions. You pulled into the parking lot of his apartment building. “Y/N,” piped in through your daydreams, but it didn’t register, “Y/N.” “Hmm?” “I said, do you want to come inside?” “I can’t stay long, Kili.” “Well, do you want to come inside or not?” The next thing you knew, Kili was unlocking his front door, and calling, “I’m home!” You looked at him with a raised eyebrow, confused as to who he was talking to, but then you saw it. A small dark grey cat, which you recognized as a Russian blue, padded softly towards you, meowing sweetly. Kili squatted down, murmuring, “Hello, darling,” as the small cat rubbed her face against his palm and looked expectantly up at you. You knelt down next to Kili as Misty approached you and rubbed herself against your legs. “You’re such a sweetheart,” you said softly to the cat, who meowed in response and snuggled her face into your open hand. “She’s never warmed up to anyone this quick before,” he commented, reaching out to scratch her ear, “Usually, she stays away when company’s over.” “Do you have company often?” “Mostly just my brother, Fili, and my mom and uncle.” “Huh. Is being devastatingly attractive a family trait?” Kili laughed and picked up the cat, cuddling her close to his chest as he said, “Yes, but I’m the best looking.” “That’s good to know. I made the best choice, then,” you returned, scratching Misty’s furry face gently. You were so focused on her that you didn’t notice Kili leaning in to kiss your lips. He caught you by surprise, making you giggle into his mouth. The sound was music to his ears, and he almost dropped Misty to pull you closer. You took the cat and gently placed her on the ground before he could protest, and tangled your fingers in his hair. He kissed you again softly, wrapping his arms around your middle. “Ki,” you murmured, slightly surprised at how easily the nickname fell from your tongue, “I have to go home.” “So soon?” he asked, a pathetic frown crossing his features as he leaned his forehead against yours. “Kili, we’re going on a date in a few days. I promise I’ll text you before then, it’ll be like I never left,” you replied, moving toward the front door. “In that case, I’ll be waiting by my phone.” “Bye, Ki.” “Goodbye, Y/N,” he responded, pressing a final kiss to your forehead. You smiled at him, and shut the door behind you. As you stepped down the stairs, you were almost dizzy with giddiness. The cool, misty rain took you by surprise, but it was a welcome one. As you opened your car door, you felt your phone vibrate. Kili: I miss you already You grinned, and moved to get into your car, but it vibrated again. Kili: look up Looking up at his apartment window, you saw him holding Misty and waving at you with a stupid, toothy grin. You texted back, and watched him check his phone and reply. You: dork Kili: only for you, Y/N You blew him a kiss, and he caught it, pressing it to his heart. Giggling like a child, you got in the car and waved him goodbye for the final time before you drove away.

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toonstarterz · 5 years

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BECAUSE I’M NOT POPULAR, I’LL READ WATAMOTE: CHAPTER #164

Hey, not dropping the ball actually worked!

We’re just a hair’s length away from summer vacation, but unlike last year when Tomoko approached summer with not much consideration, she’s now taking a proactive role in deciding how to spend her last summer in high school. At first glance, Tomoko appears to have become a responsible, young lady. But as we soon will see, that can-do attitude may not be as refined as it looks on the surface.

Chapter 164: Because I’m Not Popular, I’ll Do My Best Starting From Summer Break

There’s that time period during the day when most students have already left but school hasn't quite closed up. It’s pretty creepy, even more so before summer break when you’re expected not to stick around.

Have I mentioned Itou is a cute? ‘Cause she is.

It’s usually her looking after Komiyama, so it’s really sweet to see the dynamic flipped around like this. Despite, well, everything, Komiyama is a good friend.

Assuming that cheering for the baseball teams is optional, it’s endearing to see Itou go through with it. Even though baseball isn’t her thing, she’s likely doing it to support her bestie, which I can 110% get behind.

Ah, right. Dude’s in the manga club. That said, I wonder if their plans are for just being attendees, or if they’ll actually be manning a booth and selling their work. With his skills and, er, preferences, I think Hatsushiba could do the latter.

Don’t be so modest, Tomoko. There’s no slouching either when you’re a three-year veteran of the Going-Home Club.

Studying during summer break? Outrageous!!

It’s intriguing to see just how Tomoko’s study habits have evolved throughout the series. The early days would see her spend summer goofing off on her hobbies, with bare minimum concern for academics. But now, Tomoko is actually considering studying on her own accord. Sure, it’s more-or-less a fallback when she has nothing else planned, but the thought itself is still worth mentioning.

Is that one of those mini-fans that you can carry around in your bag? I love those things.

Study camp, huh? Any other day, Tomoko would be apathetic to the idea, leaning more on the side of brushing it off. But having Katou bring it up makes all the difference, ‘cause let’s be real. Katou could ask her to sign up for a hostess bar at the Red Light District and Tomoko would still seriously consider it.

Miss you, Yuu-chan.

I second that, Komi. Fourteen hours of studying a day is brutal, even if that’s to be expected in what is essentially a boot camp. I’ve always questioned the efficiency of cram schools and the like, mostly because they seem to prepare more for short-term memorization than long-term understanding. But even it actually works in principle...

...I’m not sure Tomoko will be able to handle it.

Perhaps it’s just me, but it feels like Tomoko is overestimating her discipline for studying. She already struggled with Katou’s flashcards and study sessions that a whole training camp feels like it would have a more detrimental effect on Tomoko than a positive one. “Work hard, play hard” was never meant to be that extreme, Tomoko.

That’s...genuinely uplighting. Tomoko has missed out on several of the key “memorable” high school moments, and she usually lets it go with only mild regrets. But here, Tomoko’s actively trying to gain what she once lost. Sure, she’s trying to “game the social system” a little, but what did you expect? She’s a person, not a saint.

This was Yuu’s only line in this entire chapter. My girl deserves more than this.

Will the 2% of Tomoko’s personality that is tsundere ever realize that if you really “didn’t care either way”, then you wouldn’t have asked the question to begin with? Doubt it.

That romaji tho.

It comes to the surprise of absolutely no one that Komiyama has some pretty...vivid fantasies about Tomoki. But what stands out to me is how deep into the relationship her thoughts go. Most people fantasize about their crush first in their sexual attractiveness, but only a few ever dream beyond that. Ironically, you know your crushing has gone off the deep end if you start thinking about them in domestic, SFW ways. Least Komi’s committed, yeah?

Gee, I wonder what’s that “and stuff” Tomoko’s talking about?masturbating

Nothing like a fresh bowl of Grossi-Os and Gross Juice to start the day!

If what Yuri says is true, then that would mean that she and Ucchi have probably walked to school together several times before–more than the couple of times we’ve seen, at least. And even so, it doesn’t look like they haven’t gotten much closer as friends, if at all. Some people just don’t click, I suppose.

Not sure how blind Ucchi is because anybody with a pair of eyes (beady or not) would see that Yuri has friends, even if you only count Mako. Poor girl just can’t accept the truth even when it's right in front of her face.

Ah, Yuri. Why can’t you just drop the “savior” act and just admit you want to spend time with her?

I’m inclined to agree about Yoshida, but who knows? She’s surprised us before. Mako's a safe bet, though. Especially if the former’s going. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Boy, does that take me back. It still blows my mind that all of Ucchi’s problems originated from one night of misunderstandings. The art nerd in me really appreciates the subtle improvement in Niko’s art style. The character models feel “weightier” and more consistent without compromising the stylization.

You don’t see it in the previous panel, but Ucchi was totally blushing at the prospect of reliving her trauma/dream. Perhaps she was also looking to live out that ping pong match she never got.

I’m not sure if there was some kind of wordplay in the original text. Either way, it kind of sucks for Yuu-chan that she got such a “flattering” nickname when she wasn’t involved in that scenario whatsoever. Though it sure is a tad classier than Miss Akari “Dick Sister Jr.’ Iguchi.

It’s kind of (read: absolutely) frightening how Katou’s envy towards Yuu feels a lot more intense than Yuri’s. Perhaps it’s because Yuri’s so transparent that you know how to deal with her. But with Katou, that air of secrecy feels like a nuclear bomb about to go off.

I always wondered where girls picked up that thing where they intertwine their fingers as a sign of affection. It’s precious.

Praise modern technology for convenient storytelling.

Wow, Fuuka’s already made her mark on Tomoko’s “bitch” list. Though exactly why she’s on that list now is kind of odd. I mean, yeah, she asked Tomoko about the whole fondling thing, and she unintentionally presented herself as a pervert for the whole “hair” thing, but Fuuka hasn’t really done anything all that terrible. If anything, Tomoko is probably expressing a rare bit of jealousy towards someone else supposedly perving on Katou besides her.

The most striking part about Fuuka’s inevitably failed plan is that she describes Tomoko’s appearance as “sudden”. It was touched on before, but it further emphasizes that Tomoko’s friendship with Katou was just as unexpectedly quick in-universe as it was for the readers. And in doing so, it brings us one step closer to the real mystery over why Katou is so enamored with Tomoko in the first place.

Ya’ll know Sayaka’s got her homegirl’s back on this one. Let’s see (hopefully) how Akari screws it up.

Chapter 58, mothereffers!

I don’t know whether I’d say Nico Tanigawa has been playing the long game, or if they just found a convenient throwaway to capitalize on. But the acknowledgment itself is very much appreciated. Tomoko may have forgotten, naturally, but us overzealous fans certainly never did!

The chills, man. Chill’s right up the spine.

It’s certainly true that Tomoko’s words can be interpreted in a good or bad way, so it’s pretty telling that Katou’s gut reaction went for the latter. It suggests that Katou may actually have some insecurities that can easily set her off. Then again, a defining part of Katou’s personality is that she takes everything Tomoko says at completely face value, so maybe she’s starting to see Tomoko’s negativity even if it’s not there. Just more of the enigma that is Asuka Katou.

Not a bad save, Tomoko. Countless battles with shame have made her quick on the fly. Unfortunately, while she’s improved at starting a save...

...she still doesn’t know how to end it.

It would’ve been a clean getaway if Tomoko had just ended about half-way in the above panel. But because Tomoko’s anxiety causes her to try and cover all the bases, she ends up rambling suspiciously. The part about Nemo isn’t even that relevant, but in her burst of defensiveness, Tomoko ends up saying things that could just exacerbate the problem even further.

Fucking shit, Katou is damn scary.

The one fortunate thing about Tomoko’s defensive rambles is that once she starts to cool down, her honesty starts coming out more organically. Self-deprecation becomes self-reflection, and brings to the forefront Tomoko’s endearing side.

Only Tomoko could spout such a cliché moe line and sound so pure of heart. Must be the irony.

Aha. Ahaha. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

–that totally didn’t happen.

Tomoko, girl, you’re in the CLEAR! Stop trying to fan flames that have already been put out.

But on that note, it does affirm that while Tomoko is honest with Katou about certain things (perversion, laziness), she isn’t quite ready to be honest on anything that would paint Katou in a bad light. I’d say tha’st about 85% due to fear.

Death Flags raised all around.

I had a feeling that Nemo would take the plunge this time and invite Tomoko out somewhere during the summer. It seems like such an insignificant gesture, but considering that this is the very first time a classmate has asked to hang out with her during the summer, it warms my heart.

Hey now, Tomoko. Don’t get cocky when you’re maximizing your own goof-off time by taking a study camp.

The easy guess is that Nemo wants to go to Comiket. But really, it could be anything that Tomoko would have an interest in. And because it’s implied that Nemo is going for research purposes, it could be anything from a seiyuu panel (the last one went so well) to a hot spring to a hentai game company. Hope they bring Okada along...

Mama senses her daughter’s giving in to peer pressure.

Not gonna lie. This hand gesturing from Rena made me think that she was thinking about doing...something else.

Damn mind-in-the-gutter.

Even though Anna doesn’t appear to be the studious type, it’s pretty cool to see that she can respect people who are. Also, I dig the way she wears her tie (or is that a ribbon?).

Emoji II really has become an honorary delinquent and it fits her perfectly.

I guess no matter how much more grounded Tomoko becomes, she still thinks reading manga is legitimate practice for playing in real-life (though tabletop games may actually allow for some truth).

Sub!Tomoko confirmed.

What a way to end a chapter. For the longest, Katou had always viewed Tomoko through a pair of rose-tinted glasses, always seeing the girl’s faults as endearing “quirks”. But as her soul-piercing gaze seems to indicate, Katou has reached a revelation about Tomoko that she can actually disapprove of. Whether or not it’ll shatter her illusion of Tomoko is still unclear, but how she treats Tomoko from here on out may finally give us a deeper look into Katou’s psyche.

160+ chapters we’ve followed Tomoko, and we’re still learning new things about her. The very extent of Tomoko’s agency has always been a tad murky. She’s good at (poorly) executing short-term ideas, but hardly does she plan out and follow up on her long-term goals. Even her greatest milestone of making friends involved a lot of pushing from outsiders (Ogino, the most obvious case). That said, having to take charge of herself for once is inescapable with college on the horizon. How she goes about it amongst her various mom-friends may end up being Tomoko’s biggest personal challenge yet.

#watamote #watamote review #chapter 164 #no matter how i look at it it's you guys' fault i'm not popular!#tomoko kuroki #kotomi komiyama #hikari itou #hatsushiba #asuka katou #yuu naruse #yuri tamura #emiri uchi #sasaki fuuka #hina nemoto #rena #anna haruna #review

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hyucksoftie · 5 years

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rose | jeno

genre: angst & some fluff

words. 2.1k+

requested: yes

desc: he's the bad boy everyone warns you about, to you he's the love of your life, but to himself he's the boy that's been hurt one too many times.

a/n: this is long can y'all tell who my bias is 👽 anyways sorry for not posting for like 3 days

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He was like a rose, beautiful and delicate. A rose could go through a harsh winter and still make it out; similar to how Jeno could be hurt over and over and still stay standing. He was a strong soul, and no matter how good the intentions are, Jeno knows to protect himself. It's the rose comparison again. Just like the honey haired boy, a rose had its thorns. You'd have to cut away at them to be able to finally hold the pretty red flower. You'd have to break down at his walls to be able to finally get close to him.

Maybe that's why you were drawn to him. Drawn to his dark leather jacket and soft vanilla scent. You'd always see him with the same 5 people, never straying from his tight knit group. Jeno kept to himself mostly, the only words he'd say to others being 'thank you' or 'excuse me.'

Rumors would usually float around about the boy, talking about how cold and rude he was or asking if you heard that he sells drugs in the shady part of town. Jeno knew when people were talking about him. He'd act oblivious to all the glances and whispers that were sent his way.

The one person he would notice, was you. You were different to him. You felt different. Your group of friends would talk about him as you'd glance over, a look of curiosity on your face. He always preferred you from everyone else. You were nice.

When he walked to his classes, you would smile if you crossed paths, even offering him a small wave. Jeno would be too frozen up to smile or wave back, your figure disappearing before he could collect himself. Once when you caught him smoking behind the school, you didn't run off and tell everyone so you could degrade him. Instead you frowned, even asking him 'why are you doing that to yourself?' It made Jeno feel bad, you had looked genuinely upset.

Instead of distancing yourself from him like most suggested, you found yourself wanting to get to know him. Was he really like they said he was? Or was he the total opposite, an innocent victim of judgmental classmates that liked to spread lies?

One thing was for sure. Jeno did not live up to his bad boy name. He looked soft, too nice to hurt a fly. He was quiet, he did his work and didn't cause distractions in class. It's always been like that. Jeno's always been that way. So why the name?

It all started with a lie, as everything about him does. Some girl Jeno liked at the time gave him a chance and when she realized she didn't like him, she dropped him just like that. To make matters worse, she told everyone he played with her and forced her to do bad things with him.

Everyone quickly turned against Jeno, giving him dirty looks as he walked down the halls.

As always, not you. You'd softly whisper, asking if he's okay. Jeno's eyes would be glued to the floor, not paying you any mind. Despite constantly ignoring you (unintentionally) and your efforts to befriend him, you never gave up or got mad at him. He was a challenge you were willing to take.

It wasn't until you talked with one of his friends, Renjun, that you realized how similar Jeno was to a rose. Thorny, delicate and pretty. Renjun told you all about Jeno, already knowing you from the handful of times he'd talk about you. He knew your intentions were nothing short of genuine.

You learned that Jeno's mother had passed away early in his life, ending up stuck with his angry hurt father. His dad put the blame on Jeno, convinced his mother was gone because of him. Because of those thoughts, Jeno would often get beat by someone that was supposed to care for him. He never tried to fight back, he stood there silently and let his dad let out his hurt on him every single time.

You learned that in 7th grade, someone Jeno considered a friend turned his back on him. The person went from friend to bully.

Jeno has gotten messed with too many times, Renjun would say. The boy was practically immune to the hurt now. It has happened so many times, he could say he was used to it.

Things took a turn for the better when you were finally able to break down Jeno's walls. For the first time in a long time, he was feeling something other than hurt.

"What's it feel like?"

"What does what feel like? Being disliked even though you did quite literally nothing?"

"No silly, I was going to say what's it feel like being cute but if you want to be deep..."

Jeno chuckles, tilting his head so he's facing you. "You should know better than anyone. You're the cutest." You smile and reach for his hand, giving it a squeeze. "Thanks."

He squeezes your hand back, sighing softly. "My pleasure." The stars were bright tonight, but to you Jeno shined the brightest. He rivaled the night sky. You were so in love with him, you would do anything to make him smile that cute smile.

It hasn't been long since you finally gained Jeno's attention, but you knew you were head over heels for the boy.

He was so much better than the rumors you would constantly hear, so much. Your suspicions were right. Jeno was completely and utterly a total softie. He'd blush when you held his hand, refusing to look you in the eye when you brought up the redness in his cheeks.

"Jeno?" His eyes were still on you, humming out a response. "If you don't let anyone in, why did you let me?

Jeno smiles and scoots over to you, wrapping his arms around your frame. "Since day one, I knew you were different from the others. I could feel your niceness from a mile away." You dug your head in his leather clad chest, letting his vanilla scent overtake your nose. He looked good, he smelled good, could Jeno be any more perfect?

"You would ignore me though, I thought you hated me... I hated thinking I was contributing to your hurt." Jeno runs his hands through your hair, shaking his head.

"I never hated you; never will. And you didn't do anything, nothing at all. I've learned to ignore the stares and whispers anyways. I just naturally ignore everything, I guess. It's what comes with constant backstabbing. I don't let myself get close to anyone."

He looks down at you and kisses your temple, "but you're different. My conscious knew you were worth it."

You smile at his words, feeling all giddy inside. Different. He knew you were different from everyone else. That made you happy.

"The guys and I are hanging out tomorrow, I was thinking you could tag along?" You sit up and look down at Jeno, brows furrowed. "Won't I be a bother? Hangouts are supposed to be for friends, not friends plus girlfriend..." Jeno copies your movements and sits up, leaning on his outstretched arms.

He smiles at you and intertwines your hands.

"Don't be silly, Y/N! We all like you. Well- I obviously like you more but the point is! Everyone enjoys your company, you should totally come with." You smile back and nod, "okay sure." Jeno does a cute silent cheer, rocking your intertwined hands. His actions make you laugh.

He hugs your waist, making sure there's no space between the two of you. Jeno would never admit it but he loved skinship with you. "Great. Wait for me after school, we're leaving right after the bell rings~"

You do as Jeno said, you stand at your locker waiting for him to come. The bell had rung, most of the students already gone or waiting for their rides outside.

Jeno still hadn't arrived, you assume he was being held back by a teacher or something.

Someone grabs your hand and you smile assuming it's your boyfriend. But when you turn around you're not met with his sweet chocolate eyes, instead you see the eyes of the last person you wanted to see. Hwang Hyunjin: your ex boyfriend. Your smile immediately drops, guts filling with nerves, awkwardness. What did he want now?

"It's been a while, yeah?" You don't respond, only looking down at your fiddling thumbs.

Hyunjin pins you against the lockers, both of his hands trapping you between him. You tense up, cringing backwards to stay as far from him as possible. "I hear you're with that fuckboy no one likes. I think his name was Jeno? I don't really care enough to be sure." Gulping, you gather the courage to look him in the eye. "Shut the fuck up, Hyunjin. Leave him alone."

He smirks at your words, leaning closer to you. Even though you knew it wouldn't make a difference, you backed up. "Aw, you're defending him. How cute."

You don't know what he's up to or what he wants. All you know was that Hwang Hyunjin was trouble; he was way worse than Jeno but yet people stuck to him and praised him as if he were better. So why did you, the nice goody two shoes who was against all kinds of negativity, go out with the actual devil himself? You were dumb, naive. Dense.

You had a stupid crush and he knew it. He loved playing with you like you were a dumb little rag doll. His personal toy. Hyunjin loved that feeling of power. Especially over someone like you.

"What do you want, Hyunjin?"

He looks down at you and smirks. "Could it be any more obvious, Y/N?"

You glare. "Just spit it out."

Hyunjin's eyes are dark as he looks at you, his tongue licking over his pillowy lips. "I want you." Before you can say anything or push him off, the boy's lips are on yours. His kiss was rough, horrible compared to Jeno. Jeno was sweet, took his time and always mad you feel loved. With Hyunjin you just felt like an object. Something of no importance.

"What the actual fuck?" A familiar voice snaps you out of your frozen state. Finally acknowledging the situation, you glare at Hyunjin and push him off. "Jeno I-"

Jeno shakes his head, eyes glossy and lip quivering. He was used to feeling hurt but fuck, something about seeing you attached to someone else pained him. He never expected you to become a part of the list of all the people who've hurt him.

"Of course. You're just like the rest. You fucked me over just like the rest! I should've known you were the same. You just wanted to lead on poor little Lee Jeno! Have a story to tell to all your friends."

You open your mouth and try to let out words but none were coming out. Hyunjin stood to the side, watching with a smirk.

"Well congrats Y/N, you did it. You made me fall in love with you, go ahead and tell everyone how you played me. I'm sure everyone will love it. Stay the fuck away from me." Jeno walks past you, his form shaking and eyes pouring out tears. The sight broke you. The fact that you added more reasons for him to be suspicious of everyone broke you. You broke him. "Jeno wait!" You shout but to no avail.

Jeno leaves the school building, hugging himself. When he nears his friends they all quiet down, curious of what happened. "Jeno what's the-" He gives Jaemin a teary eyed glare, shutting him up. "Let's just go."

"What about Y/-" Jeno doesn't even want to hear your name right now. "I said let's go!" They all quiet down and pile into the car, not dragging the situation further.

As Jeno rode away, you stayed at the school, not wanting to accept the fact that the love of your life had just pushed you away. "It's okay, doll. I'm here for you. I'll treat you much better than him." Hyunjin puts on his best reassuring voice, pulling you into his chest. You're too frozen up to react.

You hurt Jeno. You thought you could open him up, slowly make him stop being so cautious of everyone. But instead you'd hurt him.

He was a rose, and just like a rose that's been through too much, he stopped being strong. Like a weakening rose in winter, he'd finally given in and let the winter storm engulf him. You'd been the last straw.

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I Can’t Believe It

Author: carry-on-my-pretty-weeper

Character(s): Peter, Ned, MJ, and Reader

Word Count: 2.8k+

Warnings: cursing, a scarehouse, roller coasters, and fluff oml

Author’s Note: I needed a little pick me up because of a shitty day I had a couple days ago so here’s a thing. I started it off thinking it was going to be a blurb but it turned into 2k+ story so enjoy! Also tomorrow is an update to Catching Lighting!

You couldn’t believe it. You genuinely couldn’t believe it. She was late she had to be. You had been waiting at an amusement park for your friend for twenty minutes. When half an hour rolled around you wanted it to be a prank. You wanted her to jump out and scare you yelling “haha! I got you!” These were all things you wanted but they weren’t true. You called and texted her but none of your messages were answered. You could feel tears start to sting the corners of your eyes. You took deep breaths to try and keep them at bay. You know what? You weren’t going to waste a park ticket. So you got up and determinedly walked to the closest ride available.

You stood in line when an attractive boy walked up behind you with his two friends. One was another boy and he had a unironically nerdy look. The other was a girl who looked about as interested in this place as you had friends. You went on your phone to not seem lonely when you all arrived at the front of the line.

“This is a two seater,” the guy running the roller coaster said to the group of three. They had a quiet conversation about who would break off when they practically shoved the attractive boy towards you.

“Would you mind if I rode with you?” he asked obviously nervous to be talking to you. He rubbed his neck as he awaited your answer.

“Of course! But I’m warning you I’m a yeller,” you joked trying to ease your own nervousness. He laughed as you both got in the cart.

“I’m Peter by the way,” he added as the ride got going.

“Y/n,” you replied as the cart was going up a tall slope. Oh no this was a bad idea you immediately regretted getting on. The whole reason you came was because your friend liked roller coasters not you. She kept talking about how fun it would be to watch you freak out. But the thing is she wouldn’t be there to watch you freak out but a complete stranger would. You gripped the bar in front of you as you started flying down the drop. A scream ripped through your chest as the attractive boy Peter started laughing.

“Oh my god holy fucking shit fuck crap,” cuss words spewed from your mouth as the ride continued for a couple more rises and drops. When the ride came to a stop Peter was practically cackling.

“I didn’t realize someone could curse so much,” he doubled over in his seat.

Your cheeks were inflamed as the bar keeping you in your seat lifted up. You wobbled out of the cart as your legs turned into jelly.

“It’s a talent,” you remarked pulling out your phone to check for at least one last attempt to not be alone at an amusement park.

“Waiting for someone?” he asked while you checked your phone.

“I mean I was,” you trailed off.

“‘Was’ as in not anymore?” he pressed further. He didn’t know why he was asking you so many questions or even talking to you. Usually ride partners parted ways right about now but he wanted to get to know you.

“Yeah my friend was going to meet me here but never showed,” you mentioned as you guys reached his friends. He gave you a really sincerely sorry look.

“Damn that’s cold, would you uh” he hesitated a bit, “Would you like to hang with us?” Okay that’s not at all how you thought this conversation was going. You thought he would be like ‘oh that sucks welp see ya’. But this boy had other ideas.

“I wouldn’t want to impose,” you tried to argue.

“We have an uneven number so in all honesty you’d be giving me a partner,” he countered. He really hoped that you would say yes. Unless you were seriously uninterested in him which he would totally understand. It also felt like if you weren’t interested than he was coming on like a creep. Fearing the worst he goes to ramble about how you don’t have to and such.

“Sure if it’s okay with your friends,” you said unintentionally cutting off his internal rambling. Peter’s smile widens threatening to crack his face.

“I’m totally cool with it, Ned you’re cool right?” MJ interjects trying to be an amazing wing woman. I mean she all but threw him at you for the ride. Ned nodded his head as you guys walked to the next ride. You made conversation and found out that you were all in your sophomore year of high school. Plus your school was only 15 minutes away from theirs. When you reached the next ride it was more of a scare house. MJ and Ned headed in before you and Peter. You waited for a bit before Peter brought you back to earth.

“We don’t have to go in if you don’t want to,” he tried to un-freak you out. To him you looked completely terrified.

“No I can do it. I just have to hype myself up first,” you insisted while shaking your head as if the anxiety could fall off of you like that. Then Peter did something that not even he thought he would do. He reached for your hand and held it in his. You looked up at him oblivious to the wing man and woman that were freaking out at your interaction.

“Shall we go?” he asked his eyes searching yours.

“We shall,” you responded with a playful smile on your lips. As you walked into the scarehouse you tried to brace yourself for whatever was to come. But when the first person dressed up like a zombie popped out at you you let out a little shriek as you leaned closer into Peter. He was becoming more aware of his heart rate and he swore that you could hear how hard it was beating. But it wasn’t because of the scary things popping out at you two. It was over the fact of how close you were to him. How you wanted him to protect you. So he released your tight fingers and wrapped his right arm around you almost as if shielding you from the scary things. You were so happy for the dim lighting because of how red your face would have seemed otherwise. Whenever something would jump out or yell you would cling to Peter. But you weren’t the only one red in the face. Peter’s internal dialogue consisted of ‘oh my god she’s so close to me’ ‘she’s so cute I can’t believe this is happening right now’ and other varieties of that. By the end of the scare house you were relieved and sad. Relieved because dear god you didn’t know if your heart could handle anymore adrenaline and sad because now you didn’t need a reason to hold onto Peter. Letting go of him you both walked to the exit.

“That was certainly exciting,” he mentioned with a wide smile.

“They’re lucky that I didn’t punch them out of fear,” you added putting up your hands in a mock boxer pose.

“Easy there Rocky we don’t need to be kicked out yet,” he joked. Wow this kid has seen Rocky? Rare-breed. You guys met up with Ned and MJ who seemed to be having a very intense conversation until you both caught up.

“How was the house?” MJ asked slyly. Thinking about how close you were to Peter you became flustered as you choked out a ‘good’. Peter seemed to be having the same reaction as you. So you guys both just stood there sputtering for a good couple minutes before Ned suggested another ride. Unknown to you and Peter they had planned out which rides that were just for two people.

“We are such good wing men/women,” MJ whispered to Ned as you two walked ahead. Peter had just said something to make you laugh.

“That’s the truest thing to ever been said,” he replied as they high fived. Peter was looking over at you a lot more than he knew he should. But by god you were just so pretty. When he made you laugh it was like he won the lottery. Your eyes lit up and you smiled so wide. If he could he would just live in that moment forever. He was just so smitten by you. So gathering up his courage from earlier he reached for your hand again. You looked at him before lacing your fingers with his. His hand was big and yours was small but it fit perfectly almost like a puzzle piece. You were smiling blushing like crazy and refused to look him in the eye. He was doing almost the exact same thing. Meanwhile Ned and MJ were fangirling like crazy.

“So what ride did you have in mind?” you asked Ned hoping to break the silence that fell.

“It’s a new ride that takes you around a good portion of the park but adds in some major drops and a slight upside down experience,” he explained while making hand gestures for you to get an idea of what it was like.

“Sounds like a plan let’s go,” you announced as you started walking in the direction of the ride with Peter in tow. To be completely honest you needed to scream to let out all of this pent up freaking out. You couldn’t believe that Peter was holding your hand. It might seem dumb and childish but you hadn’t ever really had a relationship with someone. So holding hands was sort of a big deal.

While you guys waited in line at the ride you’d ‘accidentally’ lightly bump into Peter. Your hands were still intertwined. You were talking about some old movie when you reached the front of the line. It was another two rider per line deal. So you and Peter sat next to each as you buckled your seat belts.

“Are you ready?” Peter asked as the overhead bars squished you into your seats.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” you answered with a deep breath. The ride started off with a jolt of speed. It was reaching its first drop. You squeezed the handle bar and screamed. Peter was yelling too but it sounded a lot more joyful than your nervous one. On the next drop yours was more excited than before. Then you started to enjoy yourself on this ride. By the end you were ready to go again. You guys went on three more rides after that one. When the four of you got off the last ride MJ suggested that you could all go eat. Instinctively you reached for Peter’s hand and you all went off to find a restaurant. There was a Johnny Rockets so you guys went there. When you went to sit down Ned and MJ grouped to one side of the booth leaving you to sit with Peter. Not that you were complaining at all. MJ ordered a BLT, Ned ordered cheese fries + a steakhouse burger, Peter ordered an original burger with extra pickles, and you ordered a bacon cheddar burger. Ned’s cheese fries were the first thing to come out of the kitchen. He offered them to the table and they were gone in a matter of minutes. You guys were all talking about things you did during your childhood. You had gotten the table to laugh when you talked about getting into a fist fight in the third grade.

“I guess I wasn’t wrong when I called you Rocky,” Peter joked bumping your shoulder with his.

“Careful you don’t want third grade y/n to come out. She’s fierce!” you said playfully as he puts his hands up in mock surrender. When all the rest of your guys food came out you all dug in. There wasn’t a single thing left on anyone’s plate. You took a swig of water to wash down the now finished burger. Plus you hadn’t really drinken anything all day so you were thirsty. Downing the rest of your water you listened in to Ned talking about superheros.

“Do you have a favorite superhero y/n?” Ned asked you fully aware that Peter would be listening to your every word.

“Of course doesn’t everyone?” you said unknowingly speaking next to one yourself.

“Who is it?” Peter tried not to sound too interested. He took a sip of water to make it seem like he was barely listening.

“Spiderman,” you replied. Peter choked on his water when you said that.

“Shit Peter are you okay?” you asked worry evident in your voice. He just nodded while trying to cough out the fluid he inhaled.

“So Spiderman? What makes you like him so much?” he questioned as if he didn’t totally embarrass himself five seconds ago.

“Well he saved my mom one time when a cars brakes weren’t working and it almost ran her over. Plus he seems really humble,” you explained twisting your straw. The check came and you all paid for your food and left. The sun was starting to go down and the sky was painted with beautiful oranges, pinks and blues.

“Oh my goodness it’s so beautiful,” you exclaimed staring at the sky. Peter was watching you and couldn’t deny how absolutely stunning you looked right now. The sky was reflected in your eyes and the lights from the rides were caught in your hair.

“Yeah it really is,” he said without taking his eyes off of you. You didn’t notice that he wasn’t staring at the sky like you were. Once again MJ and Ned were freaking out because wow they’re the best at setting people up. Even though this was the first time but that’s besides the point.

“What if we all went on the Ferris Wheel?” Ned chimed in. Partially interrupting Peter’s heart eyes. You tore your eyes away from the sky and gave him a ‘sure’ before looking back at the explosion of color. You all started walking over to the giant ring full of people. Peter just couldn’t stop himself from looking at you. When you reached the Ferris Wheel you remembered what happens in movies on Ferris Wheels and your face caught fire.

“Are you okay?” Peter whispered to you to not catch the attention of the other members of your party. Him being this close to you while leaning into your ear made your face get even redder.

“Yes! Yep, of course why wouldn’t I be,” you stumbled over your words. He wasn’t so convinced. So he reached down for your hand for what felt like the millionth time today.

“We don’t have to go if you’re afraid of heights,” he tried to reassure you by squeezing your hand. Could this guy be even more perfect?

“It’s not that at all! I really want to go on the ride,” you exclaimed. I mean that wasn’t a lie you did but you were also nervous about what was going to happen when you reached the top.

So when it was time for you to climb in the seat you tried to take inconspicuous deep breaths. When he climbed in you realized just how small the seat was. You were practically on his lap. The rotation started up as the next people climbed on. The higher you got to the top the colder it got. You shivered alerting Peter that you were cold. He wasn’t wearing a jacket that he could offer you so he wrapped his arm around you. You looked up at him to offer a thanks but he was already looking down at you. You were thankful for the smallness of the seat because that made your faces so much closer than they had been all day. You quickly studied his face while his eyes slipped to your lips. There wasn’t much leaning in that had to be done as you kissed him. He was taken by surprise but kissed you back. His arm that was wrapped around you pulled you closer if that was possible. While your hand rested on his surprisingly toned chest. When you broke away for air you realized that you were at the top of the wheel. How cliche you thought. You both looked at each other and started to laugh.

“So uh, wow, that was” you trailed off trying to find the words.

“Yeah it was,” he chuckled.

“I can’t believe we just kissed,” you confessed hiding your face in your hands to hide it’s redness.

“I can’t believe I’m going to do it again,” he said taking your hands from your face kissing you again. You were amazed that you didn’t melt into a puddle right then and there. His lips were soft and lightly chapped but they were perfect. He was perfect. Your hands escaped his as you placed one at the nape of his neck and the other rested on his shoulder. Since his hands were now free he wrapped one around your waist while the other cradled your face. All you thought was how this was perfect ending to a rough beginning.

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