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May I make a request where it’s donnie2k12 x reader and the reader is upset that Donnie always fawns over April and constantly asks the reader for help to be with her, and maybe the reader talks about it to Leo and Donnie overhears and when Leo holds the reader for comfort Donnie gets jealous. Ill leave the rest up to u <3
Sure, thanks for the ask!
TMNT 2012 Donatello x Reader x Leonardo - Unfair
Warnings: jealousy, character x reader x character, angst, fluff
Summary: You've finally had enough of trying to help Donnie get April's attention, and Leo comforts you in your time of need.
You sat in the lab, pretending to listen to Donatello ramble about his latest plan to get April to go out with him. "That's where you come in." he chirped, gaining back your attention.
"Donnie, I already told you I wasn't comfortable with this anymore." you mumbled, not wanting to upset him, but also not wanting to put yourself through more torment.
"Oh, come on, (Y/N). I promise you won't have to do much! It'll be easy." he pushed. "You're my best friend, you're the only one I can trust to help me win April over." he stressed, holding both of your hands in his. “Please, just when you go to school tomorrow, give her this.” he pleaded, handing you a paper crane, seemingly made from a handwritten letter. You sighed and caved, taking it and walking out of the lab.
The following afternoon, you sighed sadly, wandering into the lair. To be honest, you didn’t even want to be here. Don’s plan had worked, and the letter had really gotten to April, so much so that she thanked you for ‘not letting her miss out on such a sweet guy’. You really didn’t even want to visit the turtles, all things considered, but you had a mandatory training session with Splinter so here you were.
Walking into the dojo, you dropped your bag into the corner,, sliding down the wall to sit on the floor and tape up your hands and feet. Just as you finished, the door slid open, Leo entering with a smile. “Hey, (Y/N), it’s nice to see you.” he said with a sweet smile.
“Oh, hey, Leo. Do you have training with Splinter too?” you asked as he helped you to your feet.
“Actually, no.” he said, replacing his tape as well. “Splinter’s not feeling well, so he asked me to spar with you today. Is that alright?”
“Of course,” you smiled, walking over to a rack of weapons in the opposite corner, picking out a blunt practice katana, and throwing one to Leo as well. “Honestly, I’m glad to see you.”
“Oh?” he asked with a small chuckled, catching the practice weapon, before following you to the middle of the dojo to take stance. “Are you not comfortable training with Splinter?”
“No, of course not,” you clarified, “I love Splinter, he just has a way of sniffing out things, ya know? You can’t hide anything for him.”
Leo smiled genuinely, lowering the wooden sword, leaning on it. “I get what you mean. If there’s something you need to get off your chest, we can do some stretches before we spar.” he offered sweetly. You nodded, dropping your weapon.
“I’d like that, thanks.” You smiled, sitting in the middle of the floor with him, copying his movements.
“So, what’s bothering you?” he asked, parting his legs, leaning toward his left foot to stretch his back and core.
“Can you keep a secret?” you asked cautiously, following suit, counting to ten underneath your breath.
“Obviously.” he snickered, switching sides.
“I think I’m in love with Donnie.” you confessed, bringing your feet together between your legs and counting to ten.
“You call that a secret?” Leo snorted, crossing one leg over the other, looking over his shoulder and twisting his spine to the left, resulting in a satisfying string of pops.
“Well, yeah.” you rolled your eyes, coming out of the stretch to switch to the right. “But he keeps using me to help him get closer to April, even after I asked him to stop. And today...it worked.” you finally came back to the center, your shoulders slumping, and head dropping in defeat.
“That’s rough.” Leo winced, placing a hand on your shoulder. “You're not his monkey wrench, you deserve better.”
“Thank you, I appreciate that.” you smiled up at him.
“You know, I think you’re wonderful.” he smiled, placing his free hand on yours. “I know you’re interested in Donnie, and I don’t want to take advantage of that, but do you...maybe wanna go get some pizza with me?” he asked, neglecting your hand to scratch the back of his neck.
“Like...a date?” you asked, a bit uncertain.
“No, just an excuse for two friends to blow off training.” he grinned, standing up ad offering you a hand, which you gladly took.
An hour passed, and the pair of you were walking down the streets of NYC, pizza box in hand. Leo had called in your favorite flavor, and given you money to go into the shop an pick it up. You were now on your way to the park to eat in seclusion. You both sat on the swings, eating (F/F) pizza, talking about life and enjoying each other's company, and for a bit, you entirely forgot about Don.
Nearby, Donnie and April were walking along, planning to have a study date at her favorite park. April was rambling on about how many exams she had that week, and how confident she was in each one, her fingers interlocked with his. He had originally been chatting along with her, but as soon as they entered vision of the park, his heart dropped.
Now that you were finished with your pizza, you and Leo were now having a very deep conversation about your feelings revolving Donnie. Actually you were more venting about it, and he was simply taking in information, and offering sweet reassurances when the occasion arose. “Leo, you’ve been so sweet today, I really appreciate it, truly.” you sighed, your voice strained from a few brief crying spells. You suddenly stood out of your swing, and stood in front of him, between his legs.
“Awe, bring it in.” me whispered softly as you began to sniffle again, letting you fall into his arms. Leo pet your hair gently as you sobbed quietly into the chest plate of his shell, hushing you. “Shh, it’s ok, just let it out.”
“(Y/N)?” a voice broke through the moment you were sharing with Leo, prompting you both to separate like oil and water.
“D-Don?” you asked, wiping your nose on your sleeve as your head snapped to a tall turtle and a human girl standing in an alley way. “What are you doing here?”
“What am I doing here? I’m on a date.” He shot back defensively. “What are you doing here?”
“We’re just hanging out.” you replied, sniffling, not understanding why he seemed so upset. “What’s the big deal?”
“I just feel like it’s kinda weird that the moment I get a girlfriend, you turn around and start hitting on my brothers. Are you trying to make me jealous?”
“That’s enough,” Leo spat, standing up out of the swing. “It’s not what it looks like, Donnie.”
“Oh, really?” the purple clad turtle snarled, yanking his hand out of April’s. “Because it looks like you’re on a date with my girlfriend.”
“Donnie!” the red head shouted. “I thought I was your girlfriend?” the younger brother’s face paled.
“You are, I didn’t mean girlfriend, I meant best friend, that’s a girl, I swear!”
As the pair bickered, Leo pulled you into his side, whispering into your ear. “You ok?” he asked, frowning at your teared eyed negative response. “Why don’t I take you home, huh?” he offered with a fake smile, wanting to do anything possible to calm you down. You nodded, and he scooped you up, turning to leave.
“Where are you going?” Donnie spat, grapping the other turtle by the shoulder. Leo sternly narrowed his eyes at his little brother.
“Don’t worry about it. Worry about your girlfriend, not mine.” he instructed, still holding you in his arms, ignoring your widened eyes as he lied.
“She’s not your girlfriend!”
“And she’s not you’re toy.”
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for you - owen power (valentine's day special)
request: first off ur bio is so true but ! can i pls request “you didn’t have to go to all this effort just for me.”₁ “that’s why i did it. for you.” with my beautiful large boy owen power pls <3 thank u so much !!!
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“ooh, what about this dress?” your friend held up a dress, placing it against her body.
you made a face, shaking your head. “the colour doesn’t suit you. ask if they have a darker colour.”
she groaned, but called an employee over to ask.
it was february fourteenth, valentine’s day. while most of your friends were going out with their boyfriends, you and one other friend were going to be alone. she was single, while your boyfriend, owen, was out of town for a road trip.
“okay, is this one nicer?” she asked, holding a burgundy dress against her body.
“oh, so much better,” you told her. “see, darker colours make you look sexy.”
“thanks babe,” she grinned, sending a kiss your way.
you laughed, sorting through the racks mindlessly.
since the two of you were the only ones free on valentine’s day, you’d decided to go on a little shopping spree. it was completely unplanned, but the two of you were having a great time.
“hey, what time is it?” your friend asked you.
“um… six thirty,” you told her, checking your phone.
“alright, we’d better get going in that case,” she led you out of the store as you guys finished paying.
“wait, where are we going now?” you asked.
“i’ve got a date later tonight,” she told you, getting the car started.
“wait, what?”
“yeah, it was totally last minute, and honestly unnecessary,” she continued. “but an opportunity presented itself, and i wasn’t gonna say no. i’m sorry for cutting girls’ day a little short, i promise i’ll make it up to you.”
“it’s fine,” you tried for a genuine smile. “you’ve got a date, and i’m so happy for you. tell me all about this guy.”
“well, he’s a friend of a friend,” she started. “he’s super cute, and-”
to be honest, most of her words flew over your head. you kept the smile on your face, nodding along and asking questions as needed.
you were definitely happy for your friend, but still a little upset that she’d gone on a date last minute, leaving you all alone. owen was supposed to come back tomorrow, but he would be too tired from the trip to do anything outrageous to celebrate.
not that you minded. just spending time with him was enough.
“okay, i’ll call you tomorrow to let you know how it went,” she said as she pulled into your driveway.
“and i’ll be on standby in case he turns out to be a creep and you need me to rescue you,” you laughed.
“we’ll see about that,” she smiled mischievously, waving goodbye as you left the car and entered your home.
you stretched out slightly, blinking twice at the sight in front of you. a carpet of rose petals lay on the floor, leading past the hallway and into your house.
your heart began to beat faster and you felt your hopes get up. you immediately squashed them, not wanting to be proven wrong.
following the rose petals, you reached the balcony, where a single candle lit up a small table. soft music played from a speaker, the rose petals forming a heart in front of the table.
you looked around the balcony, not finding anyone else.
“whatcha looking for?” a voice asked.
you turned around, seeing owen standing at the balcony door with a wide grin on his face.
“hi,” he waved at you.
you ran over to him, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a hug. he responded in kind, sticking his face in the crook of your neck and holding you close.
“i missed you,” you whispered, pulling away and running your thumb against his cheek.
“i missed you too,” he laughed a little, pecking your nose.
“do i wanna know how you managed to pull this off?”
“well, i had some help from your friend,” he shrugged. “i promised her a date with rasmus, which worked out well since they both have the biggest crush on each other, if she managed to distract you while i did all of this.”
“turned my own friend against me,” you shook your head slightly. “i can’t believe you, power.”
“i wanted it to be perfect.”
you smiled, “you didn’t have to go through all this effort for me, you know?”
owen furrowed his brows, “that’s why i did it. for you.”
his words did something funny to your heart. with a small smile on your face, you pulled him close, letting him know how much you appreciated him with that kiss.
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can we have an uncle nina mental health update? :)
yes, of course, my love, my light! you are sooooo STINKIN' cute for sending this, oh my god! seriously, i know it's lame of me, but the fact that as a silly little person on the internet and in this large vast universe ( me, not you, you are an angel not of this earth, darling ) care enough about me to check on me <333 *soft, glistening eyes emoji* if you were a chapstick in the pcu, you would probably be birthday cake ( because you are so, so, SO sweet and also i am so happy you are alive, thank you for being born ) or something equally as honey-ied and candied!~ mwah mwah mwah MWAAAAH!
but, my dearest, darlingest, nonnie, i am happy to report that i am doing...much, much better! :) <3
last week, i actually called a national holiday entitled "be nice to nina day" because i cried three times from stress and my roomates were very, very lovely to me, haha.
i cleaned my room! which is...actually a very, very big accomplishment as is being alive! so anyone whose room is clean or...if you are breathing and with us, you have done so much, have come so far, and i am very, very, VERY proud of you! i did a lot of chores -- currently i am reinventing my living space!
i am a thrift store fashion girly, so i bought this little clothing rack i just set up!!!! ( is it...perhaps...too personal that i am posting pictures of my room...tbh i think even posting on my tiktok with my face in it for five seconds in a story is probably not a good idea but!!!!! besties i am CUTE!!!! i think omg help crying hkdlash ) i feel like my taste in clothing and decorating tells u everything u need to know about me also say hi to my beautiful cat the pep mascot!!! gods angel!!! she has no braincells but my god her heart is huge and she is so so pretty and angel so we love her so much! my super best friend!
doing fun makeup! wearing zany crazy deranged girl things! been out thrifting and on roadtrip adventures! my friend and i are hanging out tomorrow and shes making me DINNER! beautiful legend! icon! masterchef! i am stoked!!!!!! nina touched grass! crazy!
i bought frozen costco salmon and made sashimi...which i had to have my roomate cut for me w/ his fancy sushi knife...i am...useless in fact and so scared of knives help...AND IT WAS SO GOOD! *giiiiiirrrrrllll dinnnnneeeer* currently having a glass of box wine! TRUE TO MY USER NAME I AM A BOXWINE BADDIE! BALLIN ON A BUDGET! UR EMBARRASSING AUNTIE! UNCLE! bleached my roots ( my hair is fried but listen im embarrassed would yall still love me if i had bangs IM DISGUSTED but my...ends...good luck charlie sahdlkhsa )
im going to try and answer some comments ( which...if they are extra zesty its the box wine help ) answer some of these ask memes at some point ( GUYS I LOVE THOSE LIKE IF U WANT A ONESHOT @ ME I AM HAVING A BLAST FKN PEP STAN AND KYLE ARE SO MISERABLE I WANT TO LAUUUUUGH HSKHDSL ) and.....hopefully write more of pep 13....
which....oh my god i love pep 13. i suffered thru all of 12 for 13. i love u 13 ( i also love 13 in house md...olivia wilde kiss me on my mouth challenge ) im so fkn excited to write it but U KNOW! HEALING ERA UNCLE NINA SO PLEASE GIVE ME SOME GRACE AND TIME...which u all have!!!!! seriously i held off on responding to comments bc they have been so sweet and kind i like actually cry every time ( gonna hold a be Mean to nina day bc u guys are too nice to me ) *happy tears emoji*
but....tldr: yes i am doing much better, taking care of myself, fixing my envrionemnt, relationships, my life as a whole...and finding in this peace that i am...getting excited to write again.
sorry i know none of this was terribly relevant, i just wanted to vent and if you are curious about me! maybe this is funny for you, haha! but i love you very much, i hope you are doing well too, darling!
i'd say i hope i heal...but i think i'm going to be just fine soon.
-uncle nina in her healing era <333333
#THIS MADE ME CRY#MY ANGEL MY LOVE MY LIFE#THE FACT THAT YALL CHECK IN ON ME IS SOS SOOSOOSOSO SWEET IM CRYING#IS IT THE BOXWINE!!! ID SAY MAYBE BUT ID CRY EITHER WAY U SWEET SWEET LOVELY CREATURES YOU ETHERAL THINGS MY SWEETS MY MINTY CHERRY ANGELS#id die for u feel free to send me anything u want id lay down my life for u#angels among us#mun specific#faq
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Wacky Drabbles: Love favors
Books: The Royal Romance all of them...
Rating: M (18+) Sexual situation and adult themes.
Trigger Warnings in this chapter: None
Pairing: Liam x Jessica Garcia (MC)
Wacky Drabble A/U: This story exists on its own and may or may not be a part of their journey together. Traits, personalities, and characters are all the same. Some canon characters may appear but in a different manifestation and by no means exist in that form in Agent Phoenix A/U this is not meant to be anything other than an A/U onto itself. Catch up with wacky drabbles here
Disclaimer
The Wacky Drabbles from @emceesynonymroll prompt - None
Chapter Summary: Thought this would be fun to write little one-shot when Jessica gets caught owing people in high places favors. Thanks to a crazy glitter, confetti, chalk powder, and slime bomb and a seriously damaged 3 million dollar car.
Song inspiration: Take it off - K$sha
Word count: 2,000 according to google. As always forgive my typos and grammatical errors.
Average reading time: 8 minutes
Bastien Quarters
Jessica was standing in front of Bastien tie rack with a navy-blue dress and taupe high heel stilettos with her shoulder gun holster on.
Jessica said, “So Bas this is it! This tie goes well with this look and color will bring out your eyes. We are going to go with an Eldredge knot. This is one of my favorite ways to tie Liam’s tie.”
Jessica walked over to Bastien and began to tie the complicated knot.
Bastien said, “Good call. ”
Jessica said, “Pretty neat right! I spent many mornings perfecting this knot on Liam. ”
Bastien said, “Lady Jessica, I really like these wingtips. You sure can pick out an outfit. ”
Jessica said, “Bas wingtips are sexy! It’s why Liam wears them. He lets me pick out his clothes kinda sweet.”
Bastien said, “I’m, so nervous my hands are shaking.”
Jessica said, “First date jitters.”
Bastien said, “What do I do with all these feelings.”
Jessica said, “Simple live in the moment. Take it slow ask awkward icebreaker questions.”
Bastien said, “Did you read my email about how to escort Liam?”
Jessica said, “You requested an email receipt and sent me a calendar invite. You also jumped out at me in the hallway to test my hand-to-hand combat skills I’m ready.”
Bastien said, “Lady Jessica when you pick up Liam make sure to be careful with corners or other blind spots.”
Bastien took his gun from his holster pointed it downrange and said, “It loaded.”
Jessica gently to the gun inspected engaged the safety and said, “Holstering weapon.” Then made sure it was properly aligned with her holster.
Jessica said, “Now your romantic dinner is being served in the hedge maze.“
Bastien said, “What’s is it?”
Jessica said, “A simple homemade tomato pasta.”
Jessica Timex watched beeped. Jessica then said, “See you at the head maze got to run.”
Mara’s Quarters
Jessica ran across the grounds to Mara's quarters and knocked on the door and entered to see a nervous Mara looking in the mirror.
Jessica said, “Alright Mara you look gorgeous. Can I do your makeup?”
Mara said, “Please my hands are shaking.”
Jessica laughed and said, “Geez everyone’s hands are shaking. Glad I’m the one with the gun tonight. Let’s go with a nice smoky not too heavy.”
Mara said, “Thank you fledgling. Thank you for picking out this dress.”
Jessica said, “Mara look at how the dress plays up your shape.”
Mara said, “I’m sure I’m going to be looking at Bastien gray eyes all night. I can look at them all day.”
Jessica said, “I never get tired of looking at Liam’s eyes. I know the feeling.”
Mara said, “You think he will be upset you’re his detail tonight ?”
Jessica said, “Well Liam is on a bit of a learning curve with me, but he knows to cut the shit with me telling me to quit my job is not an option.”
Jessica handed Mara a mirror and Mara said, “Wow I look hot.”
Jessica kissed Mara on the cheek “Look at my Mara all grown up and ready to date the head of the King's Guard!”
Mara said, “I have these butterflies in my stomach. I’m haven’t felt this way in such a long time about a date.”
Jessica said, “Alright so I guess I have to give you a little pep talk. Mara let yourself go. Kiss and be kissed and be excited and if you want to go further go for it. I kinda want a text to see how it went and if you scored.”
Jessica’s Timex watched beeped and she said, “Showtime!”
In the hedge maze
Jessica and Mara linked arms and she walked her into the hedge maze Bastien stood up and pulled out her chair and walked over to Mara.”
Jessica said, “ Before I leave I’m putting on a little music for you guys.”
Jessica turned on a small speaker with preprogrammed music for their date.
Mara looked back at Jessica as Bastien grabbed her hand. She gave her a slight smile. Jessica winked. Her Timex watch beeped. Jessica said, “Got to run on the clock!”
Bastien said, “Mara you look beautiful tonight.”
Mara said, “Bastien thank you. I love your tie and how you tied it.”
15 mins later…
Bastien asked, “Do you believe in aliens?”
Mara responded, “Uh yeah.”
Bastien said, “I do too.”
Bastien asked, “Are you a coffee or tea person?”
Mara responded, “Coffee.”
15 mins later…
Bastien asked, “If you could only eat one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be?
Mara responded, “Apple Danish.”
Bastien said, “Are you more of a cat or a dog person?”
Mara said, “Dog.”
Bastien reached for Mara and held it.
Jessica watching the whole interaction from a discreet place in the garden and smiled at her handy work. Then made her way to pick up her 6’5, blonde hair, and blue eye charge in his study as she walked, she said, “My job is done no more favors sweet freedom.”
In Liam’s study
Jessica made her way to Liam’s study and peaked in. Liam’s study was nearly empty the furniture was also a victim of the party in the box bomb and delivery from Italy was expected to arrive the following day.
Liam said, “Hey Love what brings you here? I’m almost done.”
Jessica said, “I’m your Royal detail. Bas is on a date with Mara tonight.”
Liam took a deep breath threw his pen on the desk and said, “I would tell you to sit but clearly isn’t a possibility right now, but you can sit on my lap come here.”
Jessica sat on Liam lap.
Liam said, “So you know how I feel about your job and I have been curt with you and I’m sorry. I am having a hard time adjusting to all this but I will try harder. I won’t lie to you I will be so excited the day tell me you are done with your job and I will gladly help you figure out your next move.”
Jessica said, “Thank you.”
Liam said, “I love you.
Jessica said, “I love you too.”
Liam said, “ Now Leo’s prank game was a solid 6 out 10 and there was something interesting about this last prank that was more sophisticated and more detailed orientated not really Leo’s style. However, Love you are all those things and more. So I really don’t want another party in a box bomb in my study or any other place. Jess, I am still sparkling and I don’t ever want to get in a prank war with you because I will surely lose. I washed my hair like fifteen times to get the slime out. I know about the car too and the reason I was mad at Leo that you could have gotten hurt and he should have been the voice of reason. Leo and I are both tall.. I’m taller and the mirror was adjusted for someone that was probably a foot and a couple of inches shorter than me. You are not the only one that can conduct an investigation, my Love. I can replace a car but I can never replace you.”
Jessica said, “Okay that settles we are in a good place it's great lovely awesome fantastic honeymoon phase all is forgiven no grudges. I love you you love me yay!” Jessica tried to jump off Liam’s lap but he held her waist.
Liam laughed and said, “ Nope. Not so fast Ms. Garcia! Just because I love you doesn’t mean you are off the hook. You owe me two favors.”
Jessica said, “Fuck man! I’m never going to be free with these favors. I was so close!
Liam laughed and rubbed her thighs then said “Let’s go to my quarters. I have favors to call in. I think you will like them too.”
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36 years, 6 months & 5 days ago it began.We entered Pearl Studios, a jingle studio on the east side of Milwaukee, 2 blocks from Shorewood.Thanx to Char Fiore who talked her soundman Todd Scott into having us record our album there for $20 an hour.We got there at 7 pm, set up, Todd set up the mikes & we proceeded to knock out 3 songs that night (What The Trouble Was, Funhouse & Therapist).Todd asked how many songs were going to be on the record & we said around 16, we thought we would be done with the record quickly, in no time.That was February 3, 1986. 2 years, 9 months & 18 days & 500 hours of studio recording & mixing time later October 21,1988, the albums appeared at our doorstep 1010 of them.50 boxes were in our possession piled against our living room wall. We took them to Peaches record store to put on consignment. Dennis playing nice purposely didn't spell out "F**cked Over Jesus" on his song on the back of the album artwork, instead opting for "F'd Over Jesus" to make it more commercial. The Peaches sales team at the record store counter still needed to protect its public & placed the records in a safe spot in their display racks. We had made our debut album. We had our own album in our hands. It had taken a long time, but it was all worth the time, sweat & effort it took to pull it off. It put a smile on our faces, like we had really accomplished something after 8 & a half years being in a band together at that point. The endless takes & retakes. Listening, studying, honing.Between working day jobs, coming home recording, overdubbing, rehearsing, practicing & writing the melody lines, playing, strumming & drumming techniques, we would rent a reel to reel and cello on the weekends, record songs that were written during the time of the record, made up songs were recorded, shows were played & in the meantime Dennis was working on the artwork for The Frogs as well as Right & Natural as both records were only 5 months apart. Often we would leave Pearl Recording studio at 2 am & I would have to be to work at the hospital at 530 am. Blessingsz to Todd for all his hard work engineering the record, who would be doing sound at nights for shows as well as working during the day so he fit us into his schedule as best as he could. Upon meeting Kurt he told Dennis thanks for the album (Dennis had given him both "It's Only Right & Natural" & "The Frogs" LP's, & Dennis said you mean "It's Only Right & Natural" & he said "The Frogs" I've been looking for that album forever, I love that album".
We had needed an identification number on the sleeve of the album so Dennis suggested 8-08-88We had hoped somehow we could have matched the release date August 8, 1988Today is a MondayDennis & I were both born on MondayToday is August 8, 2022 so I thought it a good day to release this friend & companion album
The Frogs (The 2022 Addition)
F'd Over Jesus (In Strum Mental)
Hades High School (Scream)
Trap
She Was A Mortal (Immortal Mix)
Ocean Tide (In Strum Mental)
C-R-Y (Demo)
Why Did It Have 2 Rain?
Smile (Aaron's Calling!)
What The Trouble was With Your Mind
Layin' Down My Love 4 U (In Strum Mental)
Buried Me Alive (Demo)
Therapist
And So You're The King (3 Guitars)
F'd Over Jesus #2
Don't B Afraid (Demo)
Funhouse #2
I Can't Remember (Irish Grandpa)
Ocean Tide (Top hat Mix)
I'm A Jesus Child (Joy Ride Mix)
Purrsion Cat
Whether U Like It Or Not I Love U (Demo)
I Can't Remember (In Strum Mental)
Includes:
In Strum Mentals (We always thought on playback that they sounded amazing at full volume in the studio) DemosAlternate out-takes Songs slated that didn't make the final cut due to the 16 song plan (Why Did It Have 2 Rain?, Trap, Therapist)& alas home overdubs
Something for all It is available for your listening pleasure across all the platforms in this fine digital atmosphereSpotify, Itunes & all the others u know & love
Hope everyone is wellI haven't seen u all in person for a long time but as always I am grateful for your support
Love,
Jimmy
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I really like that one confession one-shot for gorou, it made my heart just love him so much :) (It was just filled with love, sadness with quite a nice touch of comfort *chef kiss*) I was hoping if you could sort of do the same, for Albedo, Kazuha, Xingqiu and Venti (Separate) I hope this is ok for you? - Thank u <3
Hello! I will be posting them separately, that way it won’t be one long post :)
Thanks for waiting!! I hope u enjoy!!!
Kazuha
Albedo Confession
Pairing: Albedo x gn!reader
Warnings: slight themes of jealous
Word count: 2,072
You adjusted the goggles on your face and knelt out of the chair to get a better eye level view of the tubes in front of you. Carefully, you grab the tongs and pick up the tube to your right that contained a light blueish color, and slowly pour the liquid into the tube on the rack with a seemingly clear substance inside. You watch the reactions and jot down your observations as they happen.
“What do you see?” Your mentor’s voice said in his usual calm and monotonous tone.
You look over the table and see him leaning forward in his chair, his hands clasped together as he waited for your response. You watch as the sizzling in the tube simmers down and you write down a few more things before picking up your notebook and clearing your throat. “After immediate mixing, the mixture of the substances faded into a deep blue color and began sizzling. Extremely light evidence of smoke, possibly the release of the gas created upon mixing.”
“Anything else?” He hinted, usually when you missed something. It wasn’t always important, but your teacher wanted to be sure you were thorough. You hum and look at the vial in the rack, the blue tint not changing and no more reactions to record. He senses your confusion and walks over to you, picking up the vial and twisting it gently in front of you.
Suddenly, the mixture became clear but faintly began to turn back to blue when the liquid settled down. “Wow!” You look at the tube in awe.
Your mentor smiles down at you as you still knelt on the floor. “Don’t forget that when you first pour the solutions together, it’s considered ‘on contact,’” he instructed, scratching out your technically-incorrect observations. “It is considered ‘mixed, or mixing’ when you swirl the solutions.”
You listened seriously, wanting to retain as much information as possible. The time you spent here was intentional and purposeful. Not only did you truly want to learn alchemy, you also wanted to get to know your teacher, Chief Alchemist Albedo. When you first met him at the alchemy station back in the city, you were absolutely smitten. He was such a kind and curious young man, his face was cute and boyish. When you had found out that he was taking apprentices, you jumped on the offer.
You nod eagerly and correct your mistakes when the door behind you clangs open. “M-Mr. Albedo—“ a familiar feminine voice called out, strained as she struggled to carry the box in.
Albedo hurries to her side and picks up the box as she lets the door close softly behind her. “These are the specimens I requested?” He asked her, putting the box down on the table next to you and checking his order sheet on the wall.
“Yes sir,” she huffs and puffs, taking a look at your experiment. “Oh! I know this!” She exclaimed, reading your notes.
Albedo smiles. “Yes, [Y/N]’s learning the basics now. And did well.”
“That’s so good!” She smiles at you, giving you a thumbs up.
“Of course, [Y/N]’s not as familiar with the material as you were,” he said with a sigh as he delicately took out each tissue-wrapped creatures. “So I’ll have to slow down the curriculum for now.”
You couldn’t help but feel insulted at his unnecessary addition to the conversation. You felt…stupid that you didn’t think of mixing it. Especially after yesterday’s lecture about terminology. You turn away to take off your goggles and sterilize them in the sanitation box, slipping your gloves off and tossing them in the trash. “Oh, but that’s okay!” You hear Sucrose kind of whimper. Maybe she caught on to the unintentional implications. “Not everyone can be born into alchemy…”
“Yeah, but mixing?” He laughed for the first time in front of you. If he wanted to laugh about you and compare you to Sucrose, he could do it when you left. You strip out of your lab coat and hang it on the hook, walking past the two alchemists without so much as a word as you headed toward the door. “[Y/N]?” His eyes followed you, looking at you with blatant confusion when you grabbed the knob.
“What?” You kind of snap, making him flinch under your harsh tone.
“I just…where are you going? We aren’t done with today’s lesson?” Albedo broke eye contact as Sucrose handed him another wrapped specimen.
“I’ve got an appointment,” you lie, bluntly. You wait for Albedo to say something more, but he just pushes the stray hairs out of his face and nods.
“Alright,” he nodded, dusting his hands and crumpling the last of the tissue paper. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”
He doesn’t even wave you bye before he turns to look at his creatures and skeletons, extending a hand for Sucrose to hand him one of the tools. You couldn’t help but feel jealous that their bond was so intimate that they could communicate without words. That he could just give her his palm and she’d know what he wanted. And as you step out of the lab and into the sheer cold, you find yourself wishing he had turned and pulled you back in.
The next day you decided to take the long way back into the city. If you walked down the center, Timaeus would see you and ask why you weren’t with Mr. Albedo for your lesson, and instead carrying a bouquet of flowers. But you decide to take the backstreets for once, stopping to say hello to the alley cats that you pass as you climb the many stairs leading up to the cathedral.
The sisters outside wave to you as you walk up, offering to open the door for you. You did this every now and then when you had the time. You liked to bring flowers to the infirmary and help the sick or injured find joy in their saddest moments. Most of them appreciate it, like a certain young boy who oft found himself with more injuries than he can afford. But others don’t and that’s okay. You never take it personally when someone refuses an act of goodwill when they’re down on their luck.
The day after that you found something else to busy yourself with. You help a woman tell her job that she wasn’t able to make it to work due to a backache. The next day you help look for lost cats. The day after that you deliver some food to Springvale. You did just about anything to take your mind off of your aching heart.
Was it his fault, though? No, and you knew that. How could he have known about your stupid little crush on him. You’re sure that nearly anyone who meets him would have a crush on him. But there’s no point in liking a man who only had eyes for someone else. They’re always up there together by themselves, of course a relationship would blossom.
But your absences caught up to you when the Chief Alchemist himself took it upon himself to descend the mountain and look for you. You got caught as you left the tavern, having helped deliver some ingredients that seemed to have gotten lost on the way there. “[Y/N],” you heard a stern, irritated voice. It was off-putting to hear a normally calm and unbothered voice spit such an angry tone.
“Oh, hi,” you can only manage as he stomped over to you. Your heart slammed against your chest as he grew closer. Whether out of the anxiety of confrontation or simply seeing him again, you don’t know. But what you do know is that you admittedly missed him. And seeing him now, brought you a sick kind of relief.
“Why are you skipping your lessons?” He says with a breathy voice, both panting from walking so far so quickly and also because his emotions were overcoming him. “I wait for you everyday and I prepare activities, but you don’t come anymore. Why? Are you bored? If you simply do not wish to learn anymore then say so and don’t waste my time.”
Your feeling of relief quickly flipped into frustration. “Waste your time?” You almost scoff, rolling your eyes. “You spend all your time up there flirting with Sucrose!” Albedo looked at you in surprise, a tint of pink growing on his cheeks. “What time are you wasting waiting on me? Just don’t wait for me then! Do you know how uncomfortable it is being in the same room as you and your girlfriend! I feel like a third wheel! I really do want to learn more about what you do, but I just— I can’t work with the two of you anymore!”
There was an awkward pause. Patton looked away and pretended that he didn’t hear the argument, but both of you knew you were loud enough. You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose, taking a step back so as to flee at any second. “Look,” you shake your head. “Don’t worry about it. Don’t wait for me to come anymore, okay? I’m sorry for not being upfront about it.”
Before you could turn on your heel, Albedo took a step toward you. “Me and Sucrose,” he began, the next words slipping from his grasp when you look back at him. “We…I don’t, I mean…ah, come on Albedo!” He balls his fists, internally cursing himself for being so intelligent but also so dumb at the same time. “Sucrose and I are not in a relationship,” he finally says. “If it seems that way…it just isn’t true. Sure, we have a strong bond, but she is just my assistant, that’s all.”
You raise a brow, not sure why he felt the inclination to explain himself. But you wait patiently as you watch him search for the right words.
“And I approached you with a negative attitude, and I want to apologize. I don’t mean to make you feel like…like you’re a burden or anything.”
You shake your head and force a smile, not really wanting to be here in the open public anymore. “I-It’s okay, Mr. Albedo, I understand—“
“N-No, I— I’m sorry for cutting you off, I just…I need to say something.” Here, though? You thought, hoping that he’d ask to talk another time or someplace private. “I…I look forward to our lessons. In all honesty…I told Timaeus to tell you about apprenticeship because I…wanted to have an opportunity to work with you. B-But I do honestly love to teach alchemy and talk about alchemy. And…I would like to continue to share my passion with you.”
You feel the message he wanted to convey, but you stop yourself before you get too excited.
“I felt as if…I was even being too indulgent because…well, because I wanted your company in my lab more and more. But I don’t want to be pushy or…or force you to be there if you don’t want to.” He bit his lip and felt his cheeks get hot, looking at you and realizing how he felt. “I apologize if my selfishness made your experience a bad one. B-But I’d still love to teach you some alchemy…um, without the extra hands. I-If you like.”
You tilt your head and step toward him. “What are you saying?” You squint, eyeing his trembling hands.
“I’m…saying, I would like to spend more time with you. On a more…personal level. W-With just us. Only if you’re okay with it!”
You think this is a dream. You were ambushed by some bandits or something and you’ve died and gone to heaven. Right? Albedo reads your unsureness and tentatively reaches for your hand, eyes flicking down to his hand to show you that he was going to touch you. His touch is delicate, like he is with his work, and his gloves are cold to the touch. He squeezes your hand and tugs gently, pulling you toward him and into his chest.
You hug him back finally, and he can’t fight the smile that spreads across his lips. You can’t tell anymore if the beating on your chest is from your heart or his, but his warm body made you nuzzle against him and bury your face in his chest. “Shall we go back? Alone, this time?” He hushes, pulling back to look for the head nod.
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MSBY boys coming home to you
a/n: highly ib by this art of shirtless hinata from insanityqueen go see it if u want a visual of his hc😌 fkjjssjkf this started bc i made a thirst post abt timeskip hinata now here we are 😳😔
Hinata
his flight arrives at 3am so bby boy told you to wait at home instead
all the excitement and adrenaline of being eager of his arrival eventually tired you out so you fell asleep, passed out in your shared bed
it was nearly 4am by the time he got home and when he called out for you, he got no response
“y/n? they must be asleep...”
so he trudged into the bedroom and finally found you fast asleep
careful not to wake you up, he quietly set his things aside and started undressing
the slight movement and light had woken you up from your slumber, and so you peeked an eye out towards the source of the noise
there he was in all his glory, shirtless and smiling down at you
“pumpkin! sorry, did i wake you? eh? no don’t get up, im almost done changing”
you made an effort to greet him, sitting up in your bed slightly- but he beat you to it, lunging towards your figure with his bare chest hitting against your clothes
his added weight on you made your back hit the bed once again
“hinata...” you mumble against his shoulder
“i missed you” / “i missed you so much pumpkin” you both expressed at the same time
he whispers sweet nothings to your ear, mumbling about his trip and how much he misses your touch
the two of you eventually fall into a deep slumber
Atsumu
‘tsumu said he was coming home sometime this week but never specified the time and day
“it’s the element of surprise, babe” ffs😪
the whole week felt like standing on your tippy toes, not knowing when he’s gonna be in your sight
when saturday arrived, you were nearly ready to give up on the idea of him showing up and assume he was joking
but when you opened the door to your house, throwing your stuff onto the side in exasperation, you were greeted by the smell of your favorite food
“love?” you called out, eagerly making your way to the kitchen
there he was in your apron, a smug look on his face as he stirred the pot with a wooden spoon
“miss me babe?”
ofc i do you pissed haired boy
you quickly make your way towards him, hugging his torso and burying your face on the crook of his neck
you mumble, “of course i do. you’re such a dummy for doing this to me love,”
he let go of the utensil and hugged you in return, bringing his nose down on your hair and enhaling your homey scents
he laughs- and you can feel that deep rumble vibrating against your chest and it makes you even more putty in his touch
“hmm, but did’ya like my little surprise?”
you spend the rest of your night being taken care of by atsumu, regardless of his own exhaustion
like you, he’s eager to make up for your time apart from each other ;)
Bokuto
bokuto hasn’t been responding to your texts/calls for over a day now, and you’ve become increasingly worried as time progresses
it’s unusual for him to not respond- you did think of the worst and how something could’ve possibly happened to him
but when you asked hinata and heard that he was doing well, that’s when you started thinking you might’ve done something wrong. but what could it be?
you spend the night cooped up in the couch, hiding beneath your comforter
why is this bby boy not responding to you?? :(
at around 1am, you hear the sound of keys jiggling, followed by the door opening
you perk up, “who-who’s that?”
and in a flash you see your beloved bokuto dashing towards you, leaping on top of your resting figure
“y/n! my beautiful! my love! i missed you,” he coos, bringing his face close to your neck
“kou, i missed you so much! was this your little surprise?”
he brings his face to hover over yours, his bright smile flashing you, “hm. did you like it?”
you chuckle, “of course love! i missed being with you- i thought something was wrong when you weren’t responding to me...”
“ah, sorry babe. akaashi said it’d be cool to surprise you! i managed it but it was so hard to ignore my love”
he closes the distance between you, making earlier’s worries disappear. you kiss long, as if sharing one breath. when he finally pulls away, he buries his face on your neck, emitting a deep grumble
“hmm, i missed your lips so much...” he mumbles, slowly drifting into sleep
Sakusa
sakusa had notified you about his return a few days prior, so you’d taken much of your free time making sure the house was spotless
on the night of his return, you cooked up his favorite food and left it covered on the table so the two of you could enjoy a nice meal together after weeks apart
he was supposed to arrive at 7pm, but press and traffic had hindered him from making it home on time. the build up had clearly made him anxious and grumpy- he couldn’t wait to come home and be in your arms, away from all these people
when he finally arrived home, it was nearly 9pm and the first thing he saw was your sleeping figure sprawled out on the couch, along with the lingering smell of his favorite food
he set his stuff aside, hanging his outer clothing on the rack and making his way towards you
you shift slightly at the sudden noise, and when you open your eyes you find your lover crouching down, fingers running along the side of your face, his other hand taking off his mask
“i’m sorry my love, i didn’t mean to come home so late.”
but you shake your head and dismiss his apology instead, sitting up to embrace him in your arms
“...do you mind taking a shower with me, then we’ll eat some dinner? thank you for making me food by the way, my love”
he’ll take you to the shower, and the two of you take turns taking care of each other, massaging the other’s scalp and shoulders
your time apart has definitely made sakusa a little touch starved, so expect little pecks on the forehead throughout the rest of the night <3
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─ butterfly, ch 1
pairing: tamaki amajiki x writer!reader
summary: it’s a rainy day, and you see a familiar face in a local bookstore. where have you seen him before?
w/c: 2k
a/n: behold: my second multi-chapter project! i’m hoping it goes smoothly as i’m having so much fun writing it, and i hope you guys enjoy it as well. it’s super fluffy and really wholesome. it’s set about 4-5 years after the big 3 have graduated from UA & u basically fall in love with amajiki all over again
The bell over the door into the bookstore jingled cheerfully as you stepped inside and shook the rain off your umbrella before leaning it against the window. It was warm and cozy inside the bookstore, full of golden, buttery light, but most importantly: it was dry. You set your bag down and shed your coat to hang it up on the rack nearby.
“Hello?” you called out, your voice muffled by the rows and rows of shelves filled with books.
“Is that you, y/n?”
“It’s me!” You peeked around the corner and saw the old woman who owned the shop come hobbling forward. After greeting her with a polite bow, you rubbed your hands together in anticipation. “Did they come?”
“That they did,” she replied, making her way behind the counter. She bent down to fetch something, and appeared a moment later with a stack of books. She patted them and pushed them towards you. “Fresh off the press.”
“You’re a miracle worker,” you said, running a hand over the cover of the book that was at the top of the stack. “How much do I owe you?”
“Bah,” she said, waving her hands. “I’ll just put it on your tab, eh?”
“Mrs. Sakura, I insist,” you said, frowning at her as she stepped down from the counter and started towards the back of the store again.
“You’ll pay me back once you become a best-selling author, right?” she tossed over her shoulder.
Right. That. Suddenly, your laptop felt like it weighed a hundred pounds in your bag. With a sigh, you took the stack of new books and sat down at one of the small tables by the window to start working on your manuscript again. You had been in a slump for months now, unable to further the plot of your novel. As you flipped through the books and scanned over the seemingly endless array of documents on your computer, you almost didn’t hear the bell jingle over the door. A quick glance upwards and you made a note of a mop of indigo hair, but you quickly returned your focus to your computer screen to keep working.
“Ah, you’re back again!” you heard Mrs. Sakura say to whoever just walked in. “I think you’ve read everything I’ve got already, I’ve never seen anyone go through so many books so quickly!”
“It’s okay,” a soft, timid voice replied. “I’d like to read them again, if that’s alright.”
You glanced over the top of your laptop screen again. The back of his head looks familiar, you thought to yourself, your fingers paused over the keyboard. The shade of his hair was an uncommon one; it reminded you of the night sky once the sun had fully disappeared beyond the horizon. That’s a good line, you thought, and you reached for your pen and notepad to scribble it down. Once again, the stranger was forgotten as you became lost in your work.
You weren’t sure how much time had actually passed until Mrs. Sakura came up to your table and set a steaming cup of tea beside you without a word.
“Oh, thank you so much,” you breathed, picking up the cup and softly blowing on the steam. “You’re too kind.”
“And you work too hard,” she chastised, gesturing to your cluttered workstation. “You’re telling me this all makes sense to you?”
“No,” you admitted, taking a sip of tea. “It doesn’t. But there’s a method to the madness, I assure you.”
She grumbled something unintelligible before hobbling away. You stretched your arms above your head and sighed, turning to look out the window at the dreary, grey weather. You watched the raindrops slide along the glass, until noticed the reflection of someone sitting at the table next to yours. You blinked, unable to break your gaze away.
His head was bent gracefully as he balanced a book in his hands, his eyes half-lidded as he languidly scanned the pages before his long, elegant fingers reached up and turned it. His dark, indigo hair fell over his forehead and into his eyes, but he barely seemed to mind. Peeking out of the strands on the side of his head was a long, pointed ear. But it was the way his lips were slightly parted as he read his book that made you continue to stare at the reflection in the window, completely enraptured by him. He looked so familiar to you, though. Where had you seen him before?
“Would you like some tea, dear?” Mrs. Sakura asked him, and you quickly tore your gaze away from the window, almost embarrassed with how long you had been staring.
“Oh, yes,” he replied, still in that soft manner from before. “Thank you very much.”
You squeezed your hands into fists in your lap at the sound of his voice. It was so gentle and soothing, like a cool ocean breeze in the middle of the summer. Another good line, your brain reminded you.
Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him raise the teacup to his lips and take a sip. You wanted to just get back to your work, but curiosity got the better of you and you found yourself slyly sneaking a glance towards him.
He was even more ethereal in person. You admired the strong yet graceful curve of his jaw, your eyes sliding along the length of his neck as it disappeared beneath a black knit sweater.
“You’re not being obvious at all,” Mrs. Sakura suddenly whispered to you as she appeared to retrieve your used teacup.
You blushed furiously and covered your mouth with an awkward hand, turning your face away from him. God, she was right. Here you were, absolutely ogling this complete stranger, with no rational thought in sight. What was wrong with you? You decided you needed to stretch your legs, so you slid from the table and escaped to the shelves to find another book to help you write your novel.
Once out of sight and in the safety of the stacks, you let out a breath of relief and began searching the spines for something useful. Your fingers trailed along the edges of the books, until you found a section that might be of some help─but they paused on an empty space where the book you needed should have been. Disappointed, you dropped your hand.
“I think this one goes there,” that soft, gentle voice sounded from behind you.
You turned around with your mouth open in surprise. The stranger stood just a few feet away from you, holding out a book in his hand. His eyes were the same shade as his hair, and the visualization of the evening sky blossomed in your mind again. A truly extraordinary color. You stared at his face, trying to figure out where you had seen him before. You knew you had seen him before, but it was like someone had covered the memory with a hazy sheet.
“T-thank you,” you finally replied, taking the book from him and studying the cover. It was exactly what you were looking for: The World Encyclopedia of Butterflies and Moths. You looked back up at him. “Were you reading this for fun?”
His eyes widened, the tips of his ears and his cheeks turning pink. “Are you going to make fun of me for it?”
“No!” you said hastily, shaking your head. “I would never, I’m sorry─” You cut yourself off and winced, and took a deep breath. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make it sound like I was poking fun at you, I really like butterflies─”
He was staring at you now, and you realized you were rambling.
You bit your lip in embarrassment. “Sorry. Thank you for letting me read this─” you gestured to the book, “─and sorry for the terrible first impression.” Before you could humiliate yourself any further, you slipped by him and returned to your seat at the table, trying to hide your heated face.
“Very smooth,” Mrs. Sakura whispered from the counter.
Before you could angrily shush her, the stranger emerged from the stacks with a new book in his hands. You dutifully ignored him as he sat down again, but you could feel his eyes on you as you flipped through the encyclopedia of butterflies.
After some time passed and you had almost forgotten about that awkward encounter, you heard rustling from his table as he stood up and stretched his arms.
“Done for the day?” Mrs. Sakura asked him as he approached the counter, his back to you.
He placed the books he had in his possession in front of her and nodded. “Thank you. Have a good afternoon.”
“You as well,” she said, and both you and she watched him leave the bookstore and step out into the rain.
He started walking down the street, passing the big open window that you sat in front of. For a fleeting moment, he met your gaze through the rain-pattered glass, and you offered him a small wave. He blinked in surprise, blushed again, and hurriedly disappeared without so much as a smile.
“Who was that?” you asked Mrs. Sakura immediately, once he was out of sight.
“He’s a nice young man,” she answered, stamping his books. “He’s a pro-hero--a bit too shy for my tastes, but he’s drummed up quite a following. I’m surprised you don’t know who he is.”
“I feel like I’ve seen him before,” you murmured, looking out the window again. A pro-hero would explain that strange familiarity; perhaps you had seen him on TV once or something.
“Tamaki Amajiki,” Mrs. Sakura said. “Although most people know him as Suneater.”
Your jaw dropped in shock. Tamaki Amajiki? From high school?
She noticed your expression. “You know him?”
“I graduated in the same year as him,” you explained, and all of those memories came flooding back. You hadn’t known him that well, but you remembered how much you liked his quiet nature. Compared to Mirio Togata’s loud and outgoing personality and Nejire Hado’s bubbly popularity, Amajiki had always been a nice change of pace. Back then, you had been placed in General Education at UA High School, with no desire to follow the route to becoming a hero. Your Quirk was neither strong nor useful for that field. Instead, you graduated and went on to college to become a writer. Funny how the world always seems to bring people back together. You looked back to Mrs. Sakura. “Does he come in here often?”
“He’s only been in a few times,” she replied. “Mostly sticks to himself and reads books on butterflies. I think he likes them.”
“Yeah, I remember something along those lines from school,” you said. “I sat behind him in a creative writing course the summer before our third year….I wonder if he remembers me.”
“With the way he was looking at you, I’d say he does.”
“W-what?” you asked, feeling your cheeks turning hot again. “What are you talking about?”
Mrs. Sakura simply shrugged her shoulders and started towards the back of the store again. “You work too hard!” you heard her call from between the shelves. “Take a break!”
You shook your head in disbelief and stared at your idle computer screen. Amajiki had been….looking at you? Like you bad been looking at him? Suddenly, it felt like you were back in high school in that creative writing class, staring at the back of his head as he sat at the desk right in front of yours. Maybe that’s why it had looked so familiar when he first walked into the bookstore. You remembered a harmless, silly little crush you had had on him, all those years ago.
You gazed out of the shop’s window again. The sun was now peeking through the rain clouds, casting its glow over the street and illuminating the drops that slid down the glass.
You wondered if you would see him again.
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↦ pairing(s): levi ackerman x reader [modern AU]
↦ word count: 4k
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↦ warning(s): mentions of car accident, blood
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Levi has been sitting in traffic for the past hour. All the fuck ton of cars merging into one lane because some stupid tree has to fall down makes his trip stupidly long. He gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles going white as he turned down the radio that’s announcing the hour long traffic he is in. It isn’t helping him end his day into something peaceful.
His work was shit. Overwhelming, and he doesn’t need this. He doesn’t need to be stuck in traffic, with all the honking of the cars behind him. One asshole even tried to cut him in, and he almost scratched his car but Levi doesn’t care anymore.
He just needs some peace and quiet. Calm.
Levi looked at the passenger seat where his phone has been vibrating for the last ten minutes. He ignored your calls and texts, gripping the wheel, and eventually pressed the horn on his car.
“Fucking move!” He gritted his teeth, honking again. He groaned as the cars moved an inch with all the racket. “Move!”
And it moved.
The green light illuminated the parkway, cars honking to hurry the fuck up. He honked his own, hurrying the car before him. He groaned louder and louder as the green light turned to yellow, and red.
He didn’t make it.
“For fuck’s sake!” He closed his eyes, calming himself. It’s going to take a whole five minutes for the traffic to move, and he just doesn’t have the time. He leaned on his headrest, hand blindly looking for his vibrating phone, as he brought it to his ear.
“What is it?” He seethed, hearing the ruckus behind the phone.
Also didn’t help that it poured hard. Just exactly what he needs. A rain pour and a stupid fallen tree.
“Where are you?” You gently said, Levi’s annoyance seeping through the phone, as you and your daughter prepared dinner. “Are you near?”
“No.”
“Oh,” you said, placing the phone between your shoulder and ear. “It’s raining. Have you got an umbrella?”
“No.”
“How long will you be home? I heard there’s a tree that fell on the parkway.”
He opened his eyes, the red digital clock on his dashboard, blinking 9:45PM. He’s still a good long 30 minutes away from home. Levi rubbed his face, placing his arm on the door panel, caressing his temple.
“Still far away,” Levi replied, breathing through nis nose. He had to pull away the phone as you screeched loudly as your daughter dropped her plate. The kitchen floor scattered with the food and the broken fragments everywhere. Levi breathed deeply, not wanting to hear anymore. “I’ll call you back.”
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The phone call ended, his caller ID disappearing as you stared at your phone. Annoyance filled you, after he finally answered back after a couple of calls, but you brushed it off. You placed your on the table, mustering a smile to your daughter as she sat idly and nervously with the mess underneath her.
“Come here, Maya,” you rounded the table, carrying your daughter so that she won’t step on the mess. You wiped away her tears, sighing at the broken plate and the food, your mind and body already tired, and still you looked at your daughter. “Are you hungry?”
Maya looked down at her feet, as she placed her hands behind her back. She subtly nodded, embarrassed that she dropped his plate. “I promise I won’t drop it again.”
“Okay,” you pecked her cheek, standing up as she took another seat by the table. “Mommy will prepare another one for you.”
Maya patiently waited, flicking through her books on the table. She looked at the clock, back at you, as she flitted towards the living room, turning on the television.
You only sighed, closing your eyes for a few seconds, as you went back to fixing dinner. Your shoulders slumped at the countertop, looking at your phone for the time— 10:00PM. Once you were done, you placed the baked mac on the table, a late dinner for the family.
Levi should be home by now, you thought.
It has been a tiring day for you at work, your boss yapping all day throughout the meeting, for the whole company to meet the deadline. Then, you have pick Maya up at school at 3, but then she begged to play at the park nearby with her friends for hours, and eventually you got caught up with all the other parents and kids, having to hurry back to prepare dinner. You haven’t even changed clothes yet, and you are so tired. You don’t even have the energy to scold your daughter, as you just leave her be.
Maya hurried back, regret filling her chest as she stayed back on the doorframe, peeking. “May I watch television once I wait?”
It is the weekend tomorrow, you thought.
Levi always loved weekends, because that’s the only time he relaxes. He’ll be on the couch, sitting in the middle with you and Maya on either side, watching whatever Maya has got on the television. Or he’ll be busy with a book, or just softly talking with you to not disturb Maya’s attention.
“Sure, darling,” you called back, turning around with a smile, grabbing Levi’s mug to prepare him tea. “Just be sure to lower the volume. Daddy’ll be home soon.”
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Levi stayed in the parking space outside your home, looking at the clock. He stayed there, watching the rain pour on the window, slouching against the steering wheel, waiting for it to stop. He isn’t in the mood to run the steps in order to avoid rain. Things aren’t really working out well for him.
He took a deep breath and sighed. He ran quick, using his hands and bag to get the rain out of his hair, and almost slipped, while he cursed himself. He fumbled with his keys, and knocked eventually. Levi could already hear the television from outside, while Maya’s singing along loudly.
He knocked three times, loud, hoping that somebody could hear him.
It was you who answered with a wide smile on your face.
“Hey,” you breathed, opening the door wider, taking in his soak clothes, as well as his furrowed brows. You brushed away his bangs away from his eyes, “Rough day at work?”
He only nodded, moving past you as he take off his shoes and dropped his shoes by the rack. He surveyed the living room, overwhelmed with the television, your busy complaints with the wet shoes and clothes as he accepted the small towel from your hands, and Maya’s loud voice as she sang along to the television.
“Have you eaten already?” You mused, kissing his wet shoulder as you passed by him. “I made baked mac for dinner.”
He grunted in response, standing in the middle of it, bending down to give Maya a haste kiss on the head as she ran up to him. He followed you to the kitchen, seeing shards of plate on the floor and spilled food while you were knelt down, picking up the mess.
You looked up, wiping your sweat, “Be careful, I haven’t finished-.”
“Fuck!” Levi took a step, frustration bubbling inside him as he took the messy kitchen and table in front of him. His daughter’s books on the tables, utensils, shards of plate and food. He leaned on the chair, bent down as he inspected his foot that is completely bleeding, the shard sticking out. “What happened in here?!”
“Don’t curse in the house,” you sighed, picking up the shards. “If you’ve let me finished, you would know.”
“God,” he groaned, taking out the bloody piece, “I only wanted a nice, peaceful night.”
“And what? You came home to this?” You chuckled darkly, stopping in your actions. “I’m sorry if you came home to messy house. I’m really trying my best here.”
He sighed deeply, closing his eyes, his anger close to erupting but he is keeping his cool.
Maya’s books. Shards on the floor. Food on the floor. Loud television.
“Put a band-aid on it,” you quietly said, going back to the floor.
Maya’s books. Shards on the floor. Food on the floor. Loud television.
“There’s a box in the bathroom,” you continued.
Maya’s books. Shards on the floor. Food on the floor. Loud television.
“Maya, can you turn the volume down?” Levi called, rubbing his eyes. He sat down on the chair, placing a serving on the spare plate. He pushed away Maya’s books, making space for him to dine on the dining table. “You ate already?”
He got up to get another plate, careful to not step over you as you finished cleaning. He’s got to clean that again because he doesn’t either you or Maya accidentally stepping on a lost shard.
“Maya, the television!”
“I haven’t,” you answered, scanning the kitchen floor for any mess. You nodded towards the plate, washing your hands. “Is that for me?”
“Yes,” Levi answered, folding his sleeves up. “Come sit.”
“Maya!” Levi called out again, louder this time, craning his head towards the living room. “The television! Please!”
“Don’t yell,” you said, wrapping your hand on his wrist, making him look at you. His brows are furrowed, eyes wide in frustration, and nose flared. “Don’t yell at her. You know she doesn’t like it when you yell.”
“How can I not yell-,” Levi stood up, pulling away your hand over him. He stormed towards the kitchen, moving away the scattered toys on the floor. He picked one up, raising it. “Maya! Can you please clean this up? And the television? How many times do I have to tell you?”
“Levi,” you warned from the kitchen, as you peeked at him. “She’ll clean those up later. Come have dinner with me.”
“No,” he turned to Maya, staring at his wide-eyed daughter, scared of the shouting. Maya fumbled with the remote, lips quivering as she watched his father. “She will clean these up, now.”
“I’m sorry,” Maya breathed shakily, biting on her lip. She rubbed his eyes, feeling her tears start. “I’m sorry.”
“And the books!” Levi continued, watching his daughter, “Can you pick up your books?!”
“Levi!”
“This isn’t your room,” he boomed again. “Put away your toys.”
Maya stood in the middle of it all, crying silently, scared to move at the way her parents are shouting.
“Levi!”
“What?!” He turned around, as he watched you walk towards Max, brushing away his tears.
“Do not yell,” you looked back at your husband, equally as angry. You turned off the television, picked up the toys, placing them on your arms. “Do not yell at her.”
Maya ran upstairs, carrying the toys up to her room. Her cries could be heard from the living room, terrified of all the yelling.
You and Levi panted, unaware that both of you were shouting.
“Now look at her!” You hushed angrily, “She hasn’t eaten yet, and you came home, yelling, can you just-.”
“What? I can’t?”
You looked at him hard, fully aware of what’s happening. He’s been going home mad, cold, and quiet, but you paid no attention, thinking that it’s just work. “If you could just lower your voice, please.”
Levi moved closer, pointing at the stairs and at the living room. “All I wanted is to come home to a peaceful house,” he muttered, chest panting, “But I have to come home to... to this! To a loud television. Toys on the floor. Books on the dining table. Shards— fucking shards of a broken plate that I stepped on. Spilled food on the floor. Traffic. The rain. The fucking tree on the parkway. My job. I have to write a shit-ton of papers, get it revised, then do it all again. All that and I can’t come home to a nice house?”
“We talked about this, didn’t we, Levi?” You pushed, standing right in front of him, as you whispered angrily. “You said that we’ll come home to a clean slate. If you are tired or stressed in work, keep it at work. If you can’t, then talk to me. But don’t release that stress on us.”
He only scoffed, staring right at you.
“You can shout all you want. Raise your voice at me, for all I care,” you muttered, pushing him away. “But do not, do not dare to raise your voice at our daughter. Do you understand me?”
Levi only rolled his eyes, putting up a front. He hates fighting. He hates arguing. He hates going home with a heavy heart but he couldn’t help it even when he tried to contain himself.
“I asked you. Do you understand me?”
He nodded, staring right at you. He felt a pang of guilt in his heart, anger and sadness as it resulted to this. All he could is nod.
“Good.”
You turned towards the stairs, feet gently padding towards each step to not scare Maya. You knocked on her door, ignoring Levi’s calls as you peeked inside her room. Maya's on the edge of her bed, sniffling, holding her hands together. “You want to go for a walk, darling?”
“Mommy,” she cried, covering her eyes as her shoulders shook in sobs. “Is daddy mad at me?”
You smiled, crouching in front of her. “He’s just upset, but don’t worry about it. So, what do you say? Should we go to the park?”
You can’t stay another second longer in the house, knowing that you and Levi could say some things both of you don’t mean. It’s just exhaustion.
“Is it dark outside?”
“Ah,” you mused, ruffling her hair as you grabbed her jacket, “It is, but Mommy will protect you! How about we go on some swings?”
“Okay!”
“Yeah?” You said, handing her jacket. “Remember to zip your jacket up so you won’t get cold.”
You waited for her to fix her clothes, holding her hand as the both of you went downstairs again. The living room looked a bit cleaner, the television quietly playing in the background, as Levi reappeared from the couch, holding some toys as he placed them on a pile.
He finally looked up, confused. “Where are you going?”
“To the park, daddy!”
“Isn’t it raining?” He asked as you passed by to go to the kitchen. Everything is a little bit cleaner, books off, cold dinner on the plates. “It’s getting late, too.”
He followed your footsteps to the kitchen, trapping you by his arm. You pried his arm around you, “We’re just going for a walk.”
“I’m not invited? It’s dark.”
“No,” you smiled sarcastically. “Why don’t you cool off? I don’t my daughter to hear you shout again. Use this time alone. You wanted a peaceful house, right?”
“That’s not what I meant,” he answered exasperatedly. He looked at your eyes, guilt eating him up as you blinked away tears. “I’m just... tired.”
“You think I’m not?” You breathed shakily, rubbing your eyes. “You think I’m not tired? You think you’re the only who gets tired in this house? I am stressed at work, too. My boss hasn’t stopped running his mouth at us, and you think I’m not tired? I’m so pressured at work, and when I see you, you’re so upset and mad, and you think I don’t get tired from it all?”
“I don’t go home upset,” Levi lied, seeing through his own lies.
“Oh, please,” you scoffed, breathing hard. “I can see through you.”
Levi sighed, holding your hand but you just pushed him away. He could finally see how awful he made you, your eyes sad and tired, your lips quivering. He looked away, pinching his nose, as he nodded. He doesn’t want to open his mouth anymore, scared that he’ll push you away from him. He nodded again, feeling you brush by him as you grabbed your phone.
“What time will you be home?”
Just stay, he thought.
“I don’t know.”
Levi breathed deeply, watching from the kitchen as you and Maya closed the door behind him, leaving him alone in the house. He looked at the clock— 11:00PM, closing his eyes. He wants to run after you two, but he is so exhausted. He palmed his eyes, standing in the kitchen, sighing as he saw the plates, books— and a steaming mug of tea, just for him.
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Levi anxiously waited on the couch, his work becoming a haze in his hands as he continuously checked his phone for any texts or calls. It’s been over an hour, and you two aren’t back yet. He nibbled on his lower lip, holding his pen in his hand, trying to write something, but he doesn’t feel right.
Finally, his phone rang. His heart beating, as relief overcame his mind.
“Where are you?” Levi breathed, calming down. “Should I come pick you up?”
That’s when he noticed something wrong.
Sirens.
People speaking, shouting, and someone sniffling.
“Where are you?” He hurriedly asked, grabbing his coat, aiming for the door. “Are you still at the park? What’s happening there?”
“... Daddy?”
“Maya?”
Levi stopped in his tracks, his daughter’s voice making him worry deep to his bones. “Maya, where’s mommy? Are you okay?”
“Mommy...” Maya sniffled over the phone.
“Can you hand the phone over to Mommy?”
Levi can’t move.
“Mommy... is on the ground,” she cried.
“Why is mommy on the ground, Maya?”
“Mommy is bleeding,” Maya finally answered. Finally, he heard someone speak: “Is that your father on the phone?”
“It’s daddy,” Maya gulped, handing the phone to the lady. She was covered in blood, as she escorted Maya towards the ambulance.
“Mr. Ackerman?”
“That’s me,” Levi stuttered, the gears in his head turning. He hurried to his car, starting it right away.
“Fuck-,” Levi cursed, reversing out of the spot. “Where’s my wife? What happened to my wife? Is she okay? Is my daughter okay?”
“Mr. Ackerman, your wife has been hit by a car. She’s currently unconscious as she lost a lot of blood-.”
Levi stopped breathing, heart racing. Sweat covered his body.
No, no, no, he thought. No.
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Levi kept replying what the doctor said, as Maya snuggled right up at him. He placed his daughter on his lap, making them both fit on the chair as Levi listened to the sounds of the hospital monitor. He doesn’t know what the fuck it says and it almost made him cry again.
It’s been days.
He’s been watching that hospital monitor with no breaks, only stepping outside to get shabby food from the hospital for him and Maya.
Guilt has been eating him up for days.
He should’ve stopped you.
He should’ve stopped you.
He should’ve stopped you.
Levi kissed Maya on the forehead, listening to her snore a little as he looked at your unconscious body for another day.
“Wake up,” he whispered, closing his eyes, feeling his own tears well up. He can’t cry or else Maya will wake up. He can’t cry or else Maya will also cry. He can’t cry because he has to show his daughter that he’s strong.
But, he wants to.
Levi wants to cry because he doesn’t know if you’ll ever wake up.
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Levi sleeps alone now.
He has been for a few weeks now.
It’s the usual. He wakes up a little earlier to prepare breakfast for the house. He prepares Maya’s school lunch. He prepares your coffee and he prepares his tea. He watches Maya ride the school bus then goes back inside to check up on you.
You have been finally discharged, thankfully, but it doesn’t lessen the blame he’s put on himself. He feels the worst when he sees the big scar on your arm, and the stitches on your hairline. He feels bad when he let his exhaustion dictate his actions that night, letting you slip away, parting ways when both of you are mad at each other.
Still, you sleep on the same bed as he does, it doesn’t feel like it.
He’ll watch you sleep for a few minutes before going to work. He’d come home to you still in bed. The coffee untouched by the bedside table, day after day.
Still, he doesn’t stop.
“I’m going to work,” he would whisper. “I’ll pick up Maya on the way, too.”
“What should we have for dinner?” Levi would ask.
“Maybe we should get take-out?” Levi would chuckle sadly.
He just watches you. Talk to you even when you don’t answer back.
“I love you,” Levi would never miss to say that you, while you sleep. “I love you.”
Then, you gradually open up to him.
It’s the little actions that you do that makes him believe that there’s a chance.
For the both of you.
It’s the shy kisses that you accept on days when he’s back from work, when you’ve pushed him away for days.
It’s the little grip during the night when you thought he was sleeping, but in reality he wasn’t. He couldn’t even hold your hand while you slept before because you always push him away. But one night, you tighten your hold on his, it made him happy, and it continued on the next nights.
It’s the prepared tea in the mornings sometimes by his bedside table. He watched you sometimes slip out of his hand and come back with a steaming tea just before his alarm rings.
One night, he got home late. He parked the car outside, not really believing that there was still lights in the living room. It’s 11:00PM. Usually when he gets home before that, Maya is already in bed while you are too.
But there was lights.
He breathed deeply, already thinking that it was his daughter and her failed attempt to watch late night cartoons. Then Levi will have to carry his her upstairs, while she faked-slept in his father’s arms, suppressing a little smile on her lips.
He closed the door behind him, wondering where Maya is since the television is turned off.
He walked a little further inside.
Levi smiled.
There you were.
You were sipping out of his favorite mug, legs crossed, as you perked up when you heard him come closer. He’s finally home, you thought. But still, you only stared at him, eyes boring into his greys.
“Hi,” Levi whispered. He hesitated for a second, before walking behind your chair. He gently wrapped his arms your shoulder, knowing that you’ll only pry his touches away.
But this time, it was different.
You didn’t move under his touch, as he mumbles about his day as he pecked you on the lips. You listened silently, face stoic.
Then, you felt him shudder.
“I’m sorry,” Levi whispered, leaning his cheek on your head. He let his tears fall, not hiding them anymore. “I’m sorry. It’s all my fault. I should’ve not picked a fight that night. I’m sorry for raising my voice. I’m sorry that I was selfish.”
Silence.
“I should’ve stopped you that night,” he continued, his voice cracking, feeling his tears drop on your cheek. “I’m sorry. I... I can’t lose you. I don’t want to feel that way again. I can’t... I can’t lose you.”
You cried when he kissed you on the temple, apologizing over again. You leaned on his touch, wrapping a hand around his arm, as you turned to him. Levi’s crying softly, his shoulders shaking as he apologized.
“I’m sorry too,” you apologized. You leaned on him, kissing his tears away. “I’m sorry, Levi.”
“No, no,” his heart gushing. He feels so happy. He’s so happy that he finally heard his name on your lips, he’s so happy that he finally heard you speak again. He’s so happy that he felt your soft touch on his skin, instantly comforting him, making his worries disappear. “Don’t apologize. No, no.”
Both of you stayed like that for a few minutes until you spoke.
“Have you eaten already?”
He just ate his dinner on his office table at work.
Levi shook his head, “I haven’t.”
“Levi, I can taste the garlic bread from your lips.”
Levi chuckled lightly, kissing your again and again on the cheeks, wiping away your tears. “I’m still hungry.”
“Okay,” you softly laughed, knowing that he’s never the one to overeat. You brushed his bangs away from his eyes, “Maya and I just had grilled cheese.”
“I’d love a grilled cheese.”
You nodded, pulling away from his touch as you stood up. He followed you quietly, as you grabbed the bread and cheese. He sipped your tea, placing it on the countertop while you work so that you won’t forget it.
Once you were done, you handed him the sandwich, sliced in the middle. He placed it on the countertop, leaning on it. Both of you were just standing like that, until he crept his hand over to yours, holding you.
You tighten your hold on him, while he moved in closer. Just holding each other’s hands. Just pure silence, and the happy beating of Levi’s heart on his chest that matches yours.
“Your food’s going to get cold,” you whispered, turning your head at him, and surprised that he was already staring at you.
He bit his lip, nodding. He used his other to hand you the other slice, softly smiling while you accepted it. He took the other one, munching on it slowly, hiding his smile at every bite.
“Still hungry, my ass,” you mused, biting on his sandwich, as you leaned your head on his shoulder.
He only nodded, chuckling lightly, as the both of you ate in silence. He cleaned up the kitchen, while you sat around the table waiting for him to finish. He ruffled your hair, as you followed him upstairs to the bedroom.
You listened to the shower run as you settled in bed, closing your eyes for the night.
You jumped from your sleep, feeling Levi behind you, as he finally wrapped his arm around your waist, tugging you closer to him. You slept with his breath fanning your nape, his chest rising up and down on your back. You closed your eyes again, finding his hand in the dark to hold, as he kissed you on the back of your neck.
“I love you.”
#levi x reader#levi imagines#levi imagine#levi ackerman#attack on titan#attack on titan imagines#attack on titan imagine#snk imagines#aot imagines#aot imagine#snk imagine#shingeki no kyoujin x reader#shingeki no kyoujin#shingeki no kyojin
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better with you | 02
Chapters: index
Pairing: Seokjin x female reader
Genre: fake dating/arranged marriage!au, smut, angst, humour.
Word count: 18k
Summary: A part time job as a chef at Paradise Resort seems like the perfect way to spend your summer and save up some spare cash to open your own restaurant back home. That is until you cross paths with the CEO’s son who threatens to fire you if you don’t help him inherit his trust-fund-baby-fortune. How? By making you his fiancé. Well, his pretend fiancé at least.
Warnings: (mostly) fluffy smut, unprotected penetrative sex, handjobs, oral (f recieving), creampie, spanking, lots of pining hhhhhh.
A/N: HELLO omg it’s literally been so long since i updated this fic and let me tell you it was so fun to finally write for these characters again!!! thank u for everyone who has sent lovely asks about the first chapter and for waiting so long for the next one! ily and i hope ur all staying safe and well during these crazy times my honeybuns <3<3
"Seokjin," You gasp. "N-not here."
Fingers toy with the hem of the expensive sequin dress you found wrapped up in tissue paper on your bed that morning, edging agonizingly closer to the damp throb between your legs that under normal circumstances would require immediate attention from Seokjin -- if only you weren't in the back seat of one of the Kim's private cars.
"Why not?" Seokjin mumbles against your neck, the way his plump lips nibble the lobe of your ear making you shiver. "I know you're wet for me. Nobody has to know if I just..."
His palm cups your heat brazenly, and you have to bite back a moan, cheeks flushing when Seokjin chuckles low and gravelly against your ear. Your arrangement as you've taken to calling it has been going on for a few weeks now, Seokjin dragging you along to family outings and fancy dinners as his fiance and rewarding you with sensual rendezvous and get-to-know-me time in between.
"I know you want it, sweetheart." He drags a finger down your panties and you whimper. "Just say the magic word, and I'll give it to you."
Oh god. You are so weak for his touch, and he knows it. The things Seokjin's tousled hair and cocky smirk make you feel should be illegal. Anyone would think you have the sex drive of a teenage boy, constantly eager to jump his bones just looking at him. But not now, not here. The windows might be tinted, but you are sure you spot the chauffeur's eyes drifting to the backseat in the rear view mirror.
"Sir," The driver coughs, eyes trained politely to the steering wheel. The car has stopped at some point, not that either of you noticed. "We have arrived."
Seokjin flashes you a satisfied look as his hand reluctantly slips out from beneath your skirt so he can fish around in his back pocket for his leather wallet, throwing a couple fifty dollar bills on the front seat as a tip. "Thanks, Pierre."
You're still busy straightening your skirt when the car door opens and a black-gloved hand helps you out onto the sidewalk. You can't help but blush ferociously when you meet the driver's knowing gaze, a smirk playing on his lips. "No problem, sir'"
"I'll take it from here." Seokjin nods to the driver and slips his elbow through yours. Pierre lifts his black cap, before getting back into his shiny Mercedes and whizzing off into the city traffic.
Your legs shake in your stilettos, partly because you're not used to walking in anything other than your beat up converse but mostly because of the reassuring smile Seokjin sends your when when he see's you glancing around nervously.
You're in a upper class part of town, the street lined with shiny black cabs and designer boutiques with French names you can't even pronounce. You can't help but feel out of place, like the eyes of every passerby see right through your immaculate rich facade and see you for the ordinary kitchen girl that you really are.
"Don't worry," He leans down, pressing his lips to your ear so only you can hear as he pretends to adjust your diamond necklace. At least you think its diamond...what would you know? "You look beautiful. Just relax."
A small smile plays on your lips. Beautiful. It makes your heart flutter like a butterfly between cupped palms, even though you know it shouldn't. That's been happening a lot lately, and you don't like how easily he can make you melt. Snap out of it! You tell yourself.
Still, his reassurance makes you feel more at ease than before, and you straighten your shoulders with a new found confidence as Seokjin takes your hand in his, even if it is just for show. You have to make the fiance thing believable, after all.
"You still haven't told me where we're going." It's true -- Seokjin is good at keeping secrets. Probably because he knew that you'd say no to most of the crazy situations he seemed persistent on putting you in.
"Don't hate me," Seokjin eyes you carefully. You narrow your eyes, with a nod that says go on. "Hyejin wants us to go dress shopping."
"You bought me this new dress this morning?" You smooth down the front of the floaty summer dress that hugs your figure.
He coughs, eyes averting yours. "Wedding dress shopping."
That's when you come to a stop on the sidewalk outside of an elegant white-brick bazaar, eyes widening at the glaringly white dresses styled on mannequins that stare at you from behind the floor to ceiling windows.
Seoul Bridal - For All Your Wedding Dress Needs.
Your blood runs cold. Oh no.
You grip his hand tighter. "I'm going to kill you."
Seokjin is already pushing open the door with a chuckle that mingles with the tiny tinkling bell that rings out and announces your arrival. Too late to kick off your stiletto's and run.
"After you, sweetheart."
"Welcome to Seoul Bridal," A pretty lady with curly hair in a striped pant suit welcomes you inside with a hand shake. Her name tag says Wheein, and you can't take your eyes off the red lipstick on her teeth. "It's nice to finally meet you, Seokjin."
"The pleasure is all mine," Seokjin responds, voice deep with a suave charm that makes the girls behind the reception desk giggle unashamedly. For some reason you have to resist sending a glare their way, not missing the way your chest burns when Seokjin flashes them a dazzling smile. "Hyejin said you had some ideas for Y/N's wedding dress?"
"Of course. We have everything ready. We just need to get some measurements first." She smiles at him courteously, then whips a tape measure out of her trouser pocket which she wastes no time in wrapping around your waist. "Arms up, please." She murmurs as she slides the glasses balanced on top of her head behind her ears so she can get a better measurement of your shoulder width. You send an eyeroll Seokjin's way when you hear him snort bemusedly at the sudden man handling.
While Wheein bites the cap off a pen with her teeth and scribbles down the size ratio of your waist to your hips for future reference, you finally get the chance to take in the boutique properly. The sweet scent from the bouquets of white roses all over the room fills the air and the walls are painted a blush pink to match the faux fur rugs. Streams of sunlight pour through the chiffon curtains making the racks of blindingly white wedding dresses of all sizes and designs glow invitingly.
"Which one am I trying on?" You ask absentmindedly, nodding towards the sea of satin and lace hanging delicately from pink hangers.
Wheein looks up confused, then her nose wrinkles with distaste."Oh, none of these darling. You deserve the very best." She starts walking quickly towards a back room, heels click clacking as she beckons you to follow her with a crook of her finger. "We received some luxury designs from two of our best designers in London and Milan just this morning -- oh! And it looks like the dress from Paris just arrived!"
She shuffles you and Seokjin into a private dressing room, seating you on an elegant couch upholstered with grey velvet. Seokjin picks up one of the gossip magazines on the coffee table and helps himself to the complimentary cupcakes, all while you wring your hands together nervously, Wheein emerging from the large closet with three white garment bags.
"Here they are! Oh, how exciting." She claps her hands together with a beaming grin in your direction. With a flick of her wrist she removes all three bags, revealing three of the most beautiful dresses you've ever seen. You must look dazzled, because Wheein crosses her arms triumphantly. "Hyejin knew you'd like them. Just wait until you see the veils..."
She disappears into another room, and you're left gawking at the garments set in front of you like a goldfish. Fingers trembling, you reach out and touch the first one. It has a giant poofy skirt, like something you imagine a princess would wear, and you imagine how it would float down the aisle like a real life cloud. The second is more slinky, with shiny beads littering the bodice that glint silver beneath the glow of the chandelier and the third is made from gorgeous lace that shows skin in all the right places.
"How much did these cost?" You hiss to Seokjin, ripping your hand away like your touch alone might burn a hole in the fabric.
"Hm?" He says through a mouthful of cake, eyes widening when he takes in the dresses for himself." Too much, probably. Hyejin went a little over board but honestly, these aren't as bad as I was expecting." Seokjin runs his hand over the lace one, and nods approvingly. "You should've seen the rejects. One had a trail longer than my monster coc-"
"I can't try on any of these!" You splutter, arms hugging your torso. They're too beautiful for someone like me, is what you want to say, but you don't. "I'll look dumb."
"Just do it." He leans back against the wall with a roll of his eyes. Like this is all nothing to him. "It's not like you actually have to get married in one of them."
Ouch. His words sting, even though you know they're true, and you're reminded of the real reason you came here in the first place. It makes your stomach turn, how he can go from the sort of sweet Seokjin you know when you're alone to the cold, arrogant rich guy in the drop of a hat.
You turn away so he doesn't see your frown, when you catch a glimpse of something white in the corner, poking out from beneath a dust sheet. Your curiosity gets the better of you, and before you can help it you're crossing the room and ripping the sheet away to reveal another dress; except this one makes something in your chest flutter.
It's simpler than the others. Tiny white roses are stitched into the sleeves, the neckline dipping into a V shape where the bouncy chiffon skirt meets the satin waistband. It's straight forward, uncomplicated. Just how you like it.
"Have you decided which one you want to try on first?" Wheein's shrill voice calls, but it's drowned out by the blood pumping through your ears.
"That one." You breathe, pointing at the dress that you can't help but reaching out to touch.
"That one? Are you sure, darling, I'm sure we can find something more fancy--"
"No!" It comes out too loud, and you cover it with a cough, turning to send her a pleading smile. "I mean, no, no thank you. This one, please. I want to try it on."
"You know, when Hyejin told me Seokjin was finally getting married I just knew you would have to be something special." Wheein says once you're safely alone in the dressing room, away from prying eyes and mischievous ears. "Suck in."
"Hm?" It's all you manage to get out as you're strapped into a boned under-corset that feels like its trying to squeeze every last breath out of you. You're so close you can smell her floral perfume.
"It's just that I've had so many wedding dresses made that never made it to the aisle. Honestly I was starting to think Seokjin would never settle down..." She trails off, lip tugged between her teeth as she helps you step into the floaty white dress, tying the belt into a bow at your waist before stepping back to admire her handy work. "But now I see what made him change his mind. You make a beautiful couple."
"Oh." You realise she's looking at you, a blush creeping up your neck. "Right."
If only she knew the truth.
You start to turn towards the mirror, but she plants a hand on your shoulder hurriedly. "Nuh uh. No peeking yet." You feel your face drop. "Don't look so worried. It looks perfect. He's going love it."
"I...I have to show him? Now?" You shift uncomfortably. The shoes are rubbing your soles and the sleeves sort of itch. "Isn't it bad luck for the groom to see the wedding dress before the big day?" You ask sheepishly.
"This is just the rought blueprint," Wheein reassures. "It doesn't count."
"I..." Your voice breaks. The thought of Seokjin sat out there with his roaming eyes seeing you in this dress makes your stomach churn. "I'm nervous."
"Don't be. Save that for the big day." She bites her lip, stepping back to look you up and down like there's something missing. Her eyes light up, and she digs around in a leather trunk in the corner to retrieve a sparkly tiara which she tucks neatly into your hair. "There. Perfect. Now lets not keep him waiting, hm?"
"Holy shit."
The words leave your mouth before you can think better of it.
Your reflection stares back at you, wide eyed and awe stricken, except it doesn't look like you at all.
The dress is beautiful. There's no denying it. It hugs your waist perfectly and the skirt waterfalls down to your ankles in just the right way. Wheein tugged your hair over your shoulders so the sweetheart neckline shows off just the right amount of collar bone, tiara sparkling beneath the soft light. A matching veil partially covers your face, and you've never felt more beautiful than you do now.
It's almost enough to make you want to believe that this is all real. That you're marrying Seokjin. That you get to walk down the aisle looking like...this.
"I don't see why I have to get all dressed up, Wheein, it's no big deal -- woah."
The door flies open, and your eyes snap up to meet Seokjin's in the mirror.
He has half of his seventh cupcake hanging out of his slackened mouth, his hair gelled back and tousled to reveal his forehead, and his piercing brown eyes that can't seem to decide where to look, glancing up over your exposed shoulders and down to your ass and back again, like he can't get enough.
He's lost his casual slacks from earlier, seemingly under Wheein's instruction, now clad in a black suit and matching shiny-toe'd shoes. His tie hangs slack around his neck, like he tugged it loose, and he fiddles awkwardly with his cuff links as he tries to get a grip over his roaming eyes.
"Y-Y/N you look--"
"Beautiful, right?" Wheein straightens his shirt, fastens his cuff links and knocks him beneath the chin to remind him to close his gawking mouth with a tut. He nods, speechless. "I'll leave you two to talk."
The door shuts behind her, and the room suddenly feels quieter than now you and Seokjin are alone, him on one side of the room, you on the other. You dare to meet his eyes and you find them staring straight at you, the glint that's usually there replaced with a wonder that's soft and gentle around the edges. You melt beneath his gaze.
He clears his throat, scratching a phantom itch at the back of his neck. It's the first time you've seen Seokjin seem sort of...awkward?
"C'mere." His voice is low, filled with something you can't quite put your finger on. "I want to see you."
You have to remember how to get your feet to work, hesitantly putting one in front of the other to cross the room. Seokjin stands with his palms clasped, a small smile playing on his lips as you close the space between you, and you swear you can hear the wedding bells already.
After what feels like ages, you stop a few paces away from him. He steps towards you carefully, flipping the veil out of your eyes like he's done it a million times before.
"Hey." You whisper. You don't know what else to say, but it makes Seokjin laugh and the sound makes your chest squeeze.
He looks dapper in his suit, like a real groom, and as he leans in closer, closer, until there's barely any distance between you, you can smell his cologne.
Your eyes fall shut instinctively. You almost swear when you open them there'll be a pastor and a pair of rings and Seokjin will be saying I do--
"You scrub up pretty well, huh?" His breath tickles your ear, and your eyes snap open to punch him in the chest playfully.
"I could say the same for you, mister."
A thumb grazes your jaw, tucks a piece of hair behind your ear. "Whoever gets to marry you is one lucky bastard."
The pounding in your chest is so loud you're sure the whole store can hear it. His lips are inches from yours, parted and plush. You've kissed them plenty of times before but only in the height of passion. Never like this. Not when his touch feels like a jolt of electricity running straight from his body and right into yours.
Just when you think he's going to give in and close the distance, he turns your face in his palm and plants a peck on your cheek. It's soft, careful. Like he's not really sure of it himself, his hand running through your hair before he takes a couple steps back with a shake of his head. Like he almost did something he shouldn't have.
"What time do you have to be at work?"
The question breaks you out of your trance. You realize he's staring at you expectantly, waiting for an answer. "Oh--not until this evening." You manage to choke out.
"Good. Then you're all mine for the afternoon." He grabs another cupcake from the stand and disappears behind one of the fitting room curtains. "Hurry and give the dress back to Wheein and I'll call Pierre to come pick us up."
"Where are we going?"
You hear him snort. "You'll see."
"This is where you wanted to take me?"
The late afternoon sun sparkles on the surface of the Paradise lake like diamonds. It's peaceful here at this time of day, the gardeners already disappearing into the lounge for a late lunch, rows of pastel canoes tied up to the dock bobbing in time with the chirping birds.
"Well?" Seokjin huffs impatiently. He's stood in the hull of a dark blue canoe that he stole from the boat shed — or borrowed, as he put it, since everything here belongs to him anyway — hand extended towards you. "Aren't you getting in?"
You narrow your eyes and nod towards the sign that says NO BOATS ON THE LAKE AFTER 4PM in curly gold letters. "Isn't that breaking the rules?"
Seokjin raises a brow, jangling a set of keys. "I own this place remember? Besides, I stole the boat worker's keys so we can stay for as long as we want."
The breeze ruffles your skirt, a shiver running down your spine when you peer over the edge of the dock and see your sheepish reflection staring up at you from the water, rippling and watery around the edges. You never did like deep water, and the thought of getting in that rocking capsule of death makes your stomach churn.
"It looks cold," You point out, grimacing at the clear blue water. "What if we fall in? Do you even know how to steer this thing?"
Seokjin shoots you a look, like you just said the dumbest thing he's ever heard. "Pfft. Of course. I've been taking rowing lessons since I could toddle."
Of course he has. You roll your eyes. Rich kids, huh?
"Oh come on, it's fine!" He jumps up and down as if to demonstrate just how safe, but the boat just rocks manically side to side and he has to grab the dock to steady himself before he plunges straight into the lake. He flashes you a sheepish smile. "See?"
You cross your arms, unconvinced. "Yeah, I think I'll pass."
Seokjin slumps into the canoe with an exaggerated sigh. "Well goddamn, I'm sorry for wanting to do something nice. We don't get much alone time so I thought—" He waves his hand at you in frustration, starting to unravel the rope keeping the boat secured to the dock. "You know what, fuck it, I'll just go by myself—"
"Wait!" Something about the disappointed frown on his face makes you change your mind. Fuck it. "I'm getting in."
He pauses, and then his lips curve up into a small smile. Not his usual too-big-too-polite smile; the kind of smile you reserve for special moments. The glint in his eye is back, and if your legs weren't already jelly, they are now.
"I knew you couldn't resist me." He stands up and puffs out his chest, offering you his hand again, which you take this time.
"Don't be an idiot." You flush. "The lake just looks inviting today."
"Whatever you say, sweetheart." He chuckles, before his arm wraps around your waist so he can throw you over his shoulder and tip you into the canoe.
"Seokjin!" Your knuckles whiten with how hard you grip the edge of the boat that tilts left to right sickeningly with the impact of your limp body being man handled into the hull. "Be careful!"
"Okay, okay. Just sit back. Relax. Enjoy the view..." You wobble over to the wooden seat opposite him, grateful for the way the boat balances out on the surface of the water. "Let me take care of everything."
You have to admit the view is beautiful. Dangling your hand over the edge of the boat, you let your fingers swirl through the cool water, and listen to the hum of a speedboat nearby. The sun has turned the water a yellowish hue, like liquid gold.
When you look back up at Seokjin, the sight of his lightly perspiring skin glowing beneath the stream of light as he unties the left oar practically takes your breath away. You almost want to reach out and see what it would feel like to touch his cheek, run your hand down his chest where his flesh peeks out from the top of his dress shirt...
"Ah, shit!"
There's a light splash and you're snapped out of your trance, a pair of sheepish eyes staring back at you.
Yeah. Never mind.
Seokjin peers over the edge of the boat, watching as one of the oars floats into the middle of the lake. The canoe has already floated just out of reach of the dock, so without it you are stranded.
You let out a panicked groan. "I thought you knew how to steer this thing?"
"I do!" He grunts, a flush creeping up his neck. "Besides, I said I knew how, not that I was good at it."
He fumbles with the latch beneath his seat which opens to reveal a secret compartment, inside of which are a pair of life jackets, and, much to your relief, a spare oar.
"Aha! We're saved." Seokjin pulls it out and waves it at you with a look of satisfaction.
You roll your eyes and settle back into your seat as Seokjin grasps both oars and starts to row. "Wow, my hero."
"Don't thank me too hard." He snorts.
You shoot him a look, and he breaks into laughter, the sound melodic enough to have you joining in and before you know it you're both chortling uncontrollably. It feels easy, nice.
Your laughter dies out into a hazy giggle, and you shut your eyes, letting the sun caress your face.
"You're nothing like how I expected you to be, y'know."
Seokjin splashes you gently with the oar. "What did you expect?"
"Hmm, I don't know. Stuck up, selfish rich dude with an ego complex?" You snort, but Seokjin's chuckles have disappeared now. His brows are furrowed when you open your eyes, and you feel sort of bad for ruining the ease that had settled between you. You shift awkwardly. "Can you blame me?"
"Huh," The boat floats beneath the shade of a weeping willow, the scent of white blossoms and freshly cut grass filling your senses, and Seokjin hauls the oars into the boat so he can rest for a while. "You know, it pisses me off that everyone sees me that way. I don't want to be that guy."
"Why?" You're surprised by his honesty. There's a sincerity in his voice that you've never heard before.
"I just...I just try and fit in. To make everyone happy, I guess."
He avoids your gaze, looking out over the lake with his chin in his palm and his shoulders slumped. Your heart twists.
"If it helps, I don't see you as that guy anymore." You shrug. "When we first met I thought you were just like everyone else at Paradise. But you're...different from everyone around here. Nice. Underneath all the designer of course." That earns a snort from him. "Why do you hide that side of yourself?"
"You're hardly one to talk about hiding, kitchen girl." He crosses his legs and points a finger at you. "One minute you're calling me a douche and shooting arrows like an Olympian and the next you're getting all insecure when I call you pretty or something."
You feel a blush rise in your cheeks. Insecure? Is that how he sees you?
"Do not." You mumble.
"You act like you're so much better than me for being good, and then have a fit when I say something nice."
"Well, I never asked you to call me pretty. That wasn't part of the deal." You pick at an invisible piece of lint on your skirt. "I figured you were humouring me."
Seokjin's eyes turn serious. He leans forward, like he's about to take your hand or something but changes his mind.
"I know...that what we have is weird. I know I ask you for a lot, and we're supposed to be strictly friends with benefits but—" He sighs, trying to find the right words."I like spending time with you. Like this. Just us."
You feel giddy, suddenly shy beneath his gaze. "I do too."
"And I always mean what I say, Y/N." A breeze ruffles his hair, and he shoots you a grin. "Like I said earlier, whoever gets to call you theirs is one lucky bastard."
I'll be yours, you want to say, but you know it would be futile; someone like Seokjin could never belong to you, and that's exactly why you don't belong here.
"Oh shit."
Before you can respond, Seokjin's expression is turning grave as you both watch with matching horror as the spare oar splashes into the lake.
"Please tell me there's another one underneath there." You nod towards the storage compartment with wide eyes.
"Nope." He scratches his neck awkwardly and shrugs."That was our only one."
"Then shouldn't we call for help or something?!"
"No, I have an idea. You lean over the edge and I'll hold your legs."
"Me?! Why can't you do it."
"Because I'm heavier, duh? I'll tip the boat." He links his fingers together pleadingly. "At least try, or else we'll be stuck out here all night!"
You cup your hand around your watch face to block the glaring sun. Your kitchen shift starts in forty five minutes and you can't afford to be late. Namjoon will certainly fire you on the spot.
"Fine!" You wobble to your feet and slide over to his side of the boat. "But you better not let go, or I'll kill you."
Seokjin salutes. "Scouts honour."
Before you can change your mind, Seokjin has both hands wrapped around your thighs and you're sent hurtling head first over the edge of the boat, face inches from the water's surface.
With a grunt you extend your arm, and your fingertips barely brush the oar, sending it further away.
"Fuck!" You call over your shoulder. Seokjin is red in the face with extortion, and you feel the boat rock as you lean further out. "I can't go any more or we'll tip!"
"Just a little more!" Seokjin yells back. "You've almost got it."
"Okay...almost..." You shift a little more and aha! The oar is just within your grasp! Until you hear a low buzzing coming from behind you, and you hear Seokjin yelp, his grip on your legs starting to slacken... "Jin? what are you doing?"
"Get off me!" He yells, letting go of you in favour of slapping something on his shoulder wildly, and before you can give him a piece of your mind the canoe loses its balance and tips upside down, sending the pair of you hurtling into the lake.
You manage to hold your breath before you go under. The water is an icy shock on such a warm summers day, your limbs flying into action and scrambling wildly until you break the surface and take a heaving breath.
Wiping the tendrils of dripping hair from your eyes, you glance around for Seokjin, but he's no where to be seen.
"Seokjin?" You call, panic evident in your voice. "Where are you?"
Bubbles appear on the surface of the water, and before you can let out a sigh of relief, a hand grabs your ankle and yanks you back under the water.
When you surface, choking and spluttering, you're beneath the cover of the upturned canoe. Seokjin grins at you, whole and in one piece and perfectly alive, and you can't help but feel pranked.
"Hey, sweetheart." He drawls, running his fingers through his soaking hair. The shadow of the rippling water reflects on the underside of the canoe, turning his skin a pale blue. "Fancy seeing you here."
"Seokjin!" You yell and he jumps when you start splashing him wildly. "What the fuck was that?"
He shields his face with his hands."It was a bee! I'm allergic."
"So? I was hanging out of a fucking canoe!"
"Oops." He's chortling now, and it echoes beneath the canoe. "Did I let go?"
You splash him again, and he grabs your hands with his to stop you from sending another tsunami his way. His palms are warm compared to your clammy ones and his eyes are watching you fondly, but that just pisses you off even more. "Okay! Okay! I get it, I'm sorry okay?"
"You idiot! Now I'm all wet and I'm totally going to smell like trout at work and—"
"Just shut up for a second would you?" A hand brushes the tangles of wet hair from your cheek, and before you know it a pair of plump lips are crashing against your own.
"Mmf!"
You're surprised at first, but there's something so tender in the way his hand cups your chin to pull you closer, how his arm curls around your waist, and before you know it you're grabbing him by the collar and kissing him back wildly like the world is ending and you're the last two people on earth.
"You're kinda cute when you're mad." Is what Seokjin whispers against your lips when he pulls back, out of breath.
"Oh." You breathe, a smile beginning to play on your lips. "Okay."
It's like you're in your own little bubble. Just Seokjin and you. You and Seokjin.
Until it bursts.
"Holy shit! Are you guys okay?" The sun is glaringly bright when the canoe is ripped away from your heads, and you have to squint through your fingers to see the figure swimming towards you.
"M-mr Kim?"
Seokjin jumps back from your body at the sound of his title, his hand letting go of your wrist. It falls into the water limply.
"That's me." He coughs, straightening his tie, like he isn't soaking wet and it's somehow going to make him look more professional.
"I didn't know you were rowing today..." Your eyes focus, and you instantly recognise Taehyung, the Paradise lifeguard. You have met a couple times at staff meetings.
Shit. You turn your face to the side, and hope he won't look to closely.
"I wasn't." Seokjin deadpans, gesturing to his soaking appearance. "Y/N and I thought we would go for a swim."
"I— oh." You muffle a chuckle at Seokjin's sarcasm and the wide eyes of the life guard who seems utterly stunned.
It doesn't seem so funny when he turns to you suddenly, eyes scrutinising, and offers you his elbow.
"Here take my arm, we have to get you two dry."
You glance at Seokjin carefully, but he just nods for you to go ahead, so you take Taehyung's arm and let him pull you back to the dock, Seokjin leisurely kicking on his back behind you like he doesn't have a care in the world.
Once you're safely on dry land, Taehyung disappears into the boat shed before returning with a pair of towels which he drapes around your shoulders with a concerned look.
"Take these. You aren't hurt, miss?"
"No." Seokjin answers for you with a roll of his eyes. There's a bite in his tone. Is he...jealous?
"Good, this is why we say no boats after 4..." Taehyung sends Seokjin a stern look, and you feel the tension rise when he just clicks his tongue in response. "I should really report this to my supervisor."
"We won't do it again," Seokjin's eyes bulge when you grab Taehyung's forearm. The lifeguard seems surprised himself, looking you in the eyes for the first time. You turn on a sickly sweet tone and bat your lashes. "We can keep this between us, hm?"
"I...I suppose so." Taehyung coughs, but then his eyes narrow. "Hold on a second. Do I know you from somewhere?"
Your mouth turns dry. "I..."
"No!" Seokjin jumps in between you, wrapping a protective arm around your shoulder. "She's not from around here."
His face has turned a deep shade of red, and you can feel his heart beating rapidly against your back. Anyone would think he was embarrassed. Then again, what did you expect? You are just a kitchen girl after all.
You nod slowly. He sighs with relief. "No. We've never met."
Taehyung scratches his chin, stepping back to get a better look at you. "It's just you look super familiar..."
"We have to be going now!" Seokjin stands up suddenly and grabs you by the hand. He squeezes extra tight, swinging your interlocked fingers where Taehyung can clearly see them. "Thanks, uh...Taehyung?"
"My pleasure, Mr. Kim." The lifeguard looks startled by Seokjin's sudden departure, but steps back to let you pass. "Be careful next time okay?"
"Yup, we will kid."
"Thanks!" You call over your shoulder, as Seokjin is already dragging you away from the lake and up the steps to the grand veranda that lines the resort.
"Thanks?" He rolls his eyes. "Y/N, the lake is like a foot deep, it's not like we were gonna drown."
"He was nice..." You bump his shoulder playfully. "Why? You jealous?"
His cheeks flush pink. "No! Of course not, I just...didn't like the way he looked at you."
You reach the top of the steps, and Seokjin slows down to a leisurely walk once he's in the clear. From here you can see the whole of the resort, sprawling greenery and luxury living in all its glory.
"Speaking of, that was a close one." You laugh. "He totally almost recognised me."
"Yeah." Seokjin laughs too, but then his face drops. "You're right. That was close."
"Seokjin?"
He stops, and turns towards you. His hand drops to your waist, lifting you up so you're sat on the balcony's edge, and then his mouth is capturing yours once again.
This time something feels different. It's desperate, but timid. Passionate but broken. It leaves you breathless.
He pulls away first.
"Jin, what just happened—"
"I..." He swallows thickly and looks away. "I shouldn't have done that. I've gotta go. I'm sorry."
It's then, as he turns and hurries down the back staircase towards the plaza and leaves you all alone on the veranda, that you realise you had never let go of his hand, not even for a second.
"I had fun tonight." Seokjin says as he drops you off at the Paradise gates after an evening spent perusing high fashion wedding venue magazines with Hyejin over tea and finger sandwiches. "Hyejin looked like she was on the verge of a stroke when I suggested walking down the aisle to The Thong Song."
Seokjin boasts a simple T-shirt and tailored pants tonight, the turtle neck draped over his shoulder unnecessary on such a warm and sticky summer night blessed by the lingering caress of the day's blazing sun. The drive slopes downwards, Seokjin's angular shadow a contrast against the twinkling lights that blur Paradise into a picturesque backdrop of pristine white brick, and a warmth spreads through your chest as he beams at you.
"I thought it was a fine choice," You muse, suppressing a giggle when you think back to the way Hyejin dropped her teacup at Seokjin's suggestion, eye twitching in disgust. "We're not even engaged yet and she already has our entire wedding planned out."
Oops. Seokjin stiffens. Your laughter comes to an abrupt stop, face reddening with embarrassment at your slip up. Of course you aren't engaged. You never will be. At least not to each other.
He's been weird like that, lately. Ever since that day at the lake when he left abruptly, seemingly shaken up, you've been walking on egg shells around him. One wrong word could send him flying away with that same scared look in his eye. And honestly, you still don't understand why.
All you know is that things have been different since you almost got caught at the lake. Sure, you've continued to hook up like normal, but Seokjin seems to be making a conscious effort to be more distant around you. You haven't talked about what happened that afternoon on the veranda, but it's clear something did; Seokjin hasn't kissed you since.
If Seokjin notices your poor word choice, he doesn't mention it. "Pretty sure she has my entire life planned out too." He murmurs almost bitterly, despite his face boasting a smile that doesn't quite meet his eyes. You figure it's better not to press him further.
He walks beside you to the end of the drive in a relative silence that feels all too loud — not awkward per se but filled with a definite unspoken tension that has you hiding behind your hair, eyes trained to the ground because you don't know how you are supposed to look at Seokjin when it was just you and him.
Moments like this, not heightened by passion or under the watchful eyes of his family are rarities. You take a deep breath and try to savour the taste of geraniums which lingers in the air from the gardens and the closest thing to normal you have ever experienced around Seokjin.
Despite the the emotional distance Seokjin seems intent on keeping in place, every physical step seems to edge you closer to him, eyes trained to the way his shoes sidestep until you are practically shoulder to shoulder. Seokjin doesn't so much as look at you as he does so and you are content to think he is too deep in his own thoughts to notice the way your bodies cling to each other like magnets, until the tips of his fingers brush against your palm in a delicate touch that may have been perceived as intimate had he not ripped it away with a pained expression, like he touched an electric fence or something.
You have admit that you felt it too. The spark as they describe it in romance movies. It was more of a tingle really, warm and fuzzy as it fizzed all the way from your hand to a spot in your chest suspiciously close to your heart that was beating a little faster now as you imagine how it would feel if he took your hand in his.
Except he doesn't. And when you glance up at him he is no longer engaged with his own thoughts but rather staring at you with a questioning look, brows slightly furrowed, and embarrassment replaces the fuzz in your veins when you consider for a moment that perhaps he was reading your mind and the completely inappropriate thoughts for a fake bride to have for her fake husband along with it.
The flush that caresses your cheeks is nearly as vibrant as the rose bushes which line the drive, perfectly pruned and as beautiful beneath lantern light as they are in the day and a perfect reminder of your embarrassment as you create a relative distance between your body and his. That way you were sure you could keep your hands - and your thoughts - strictly to yourself.
Far too quickly you find yourself turning the corner onto the street where you always part ways, the stoney gravel evening out into the same boring old scuffed concrete that winds through the entire city, a clear indication that you were leaving behind the Paradise grounds and entering the not so pristine visual of reality.
Usually you were glad to be on your way, sick of talking about neck lines and lace types and the way your shoulders ached from nodding politely at people who got wine drunk on weekdays but tonight you feel like you could keep walking with Seokjin forever in this strange bubble of unspoken words.
But you know as soon as he stops dead beside you that the bubble has already burst, floating away just out of your grasp like the false reality you live at Paradise.
"I'll be going then." It's quiet out here, not a trace of the music from Jazz night at the bar or the laughter of couples crossing the plaza to their suites after a few too many Chardonnays. Seokjin opens his mouth and then closes it again while you fidget awkwardly. "Thanks for a good night."
The way you say it sounds like he took you on a real date, one that you were supposed to thank him for. It's too late by the time you realize that a boundary has been overstepped when Seokjin doesn't return the genuine smile you shoot him as you turn to leave.
"Wait!" The click of your shoes against the sidewalk halts at the serious husk in his tone, jarringly loud against the silence. "I need to ask you something."
His face is partially lit by the street lamp you find yourself beneath, casting half of his face in a golden glow that emphasizes the shadow of his lashes against his cheeks when he closes his eyes, as if to briefly collect his words.
Despite your better judgement, probably blinded by the normality you had fallen into, you press him further. "What is it?"
"Listen Y/N..." Seokjin scratches the back of his neck and you shift awkwardly in front of him, chest suddenly tightening with a niggling dread. "You haven't told anyone about us have you?"
"Us?" Your eyes widen. Since when did Seokjin start referring to you as a pair? You tilt your head quizzically. "I mean, your sister and your parents know —
"No, I mean the things that we...do in private." The summer evening suddenly turns chilly. Seokjin must notice when your face drops, the way you hug your arms to try and keep hold of the warmth that had practically singed each of your nerve endings just a moment ago.
"Things?" You splutter. "Is that all they are to you?"
You can't help it. The way Seokjin talks when you are intimate, the way he kissed you so desperately that day on the veranda -- it made it feel like those moments meant more to him. He was damn convincing - when he told you that he wanted you, you believed him - and you can't help but feel cheated.
Seokjin's brow simply furrows, flummoxed by your sudden outburst. "Yeah, I mean we had an agreement — isn't that all they are to you?"
An agreement.
The way he says it sounds like your relationship is strictly business. As if he's paying you for a service - which, in his own way, you suppose he is. Sure, you knew he wasn't really going to fall in love with you in the way he told his family he loved you but you thought he at least felt something — no, you were sure he had at the lake. Maybe you were just confusing pleasure with intimacy.
Still, the way his finger points at you accusingly makes a hot rage rise in your chest but you simply take a shaky breath and plaster the closest thing to a grin on your features as you can muster.
"Of course they are." The sweetness in your voice is a little too forced, but it goes unnoticed on Seokjin who lets out a sigh of relief. "None of this means anything. I know that."
"Good. Then we're on the same page..." He still looks slightly unconvinced - you can just make out the way he narrows his eyes doubtfully in the dim light - but he doesn't have time to press further before a black car rolls into the drive and he clasps your wrist to pull you across the paving and into the shadows. "Watch out!"
Seokjin suddenly yanks you closer to him, your chest nearly pressed up to his. You almost mumble a thanks, idiotic enough to think that his only motive is to prevent you getting flattened by a Mercedes Benz nearly invisible in the night if not for the crunch of tyres against gravel.
But then you feel his breath hitch when he catches a glimpse of your white kitchen uniform reflected in one of the tinted car windows, sending a salute towards the security guard in the drivers seat with fingers crossed behind his back, and you silently condemn yourself for thinking he cared about anything other than his reputation even for a second. You go numb.
You look between your bodies where your hand dangles limply in his grasp. Just a moment ago you were envisioning how it would feel for him to hold your hand in his, the way his skin brushed yours enough to give you shivers. Now it just made the hollow ache in your chest throb with a cold emptiness.
Seokjin strains his neck, only releasing you from his hold when the glow of headlights disappears around a corner and you are smothered by darkness again.
Seokjin's sigh of relief stings. The words never leave his lips but you can tell what he was thinking. Phew, now I don't have to explain why I, almighty Kim Seokjin, was conversing with a staff member after hours. Lucky escape!
A smile appears on his face, as if you were supposed to share his relief. "So, same time tomorrow?"
You feel yourself stagger away from him in shock. Seokjin is many things but you didn't think he was heartless. It's enough to send you over the edge.
"Clearly we are not on the same page." You spit. "Actually, you know what? No. I'm busy tomorrow."
Seokjin scoffs, running a hand through his hair. "Doing what?"
"I have things to do." Your emphasis on the word makes his eyes widen,
"Oh great!" He barely raised his voice before glances behind him warily, making sure there was no one around to see him getting heated. When he turns back his voice is nothing but a harsh whisper. "And what do you expect me to tell my family, huh?"
"Tell them that your fiancé to be had to go do the job they actually pay her to do." The way he laughs breathily makes your fists clench at your sides as you turn on your heels and stalk down the street before he can see the way your face reddens with a combination of hurt and anger, though not before you are calling over your shoulder despite knowing it would only fuel the fire. "Unless you're too embarrassed to tell them who I really am."
"You don't seem to mind when you're cashing in your favours." He calls after you, hands on hips with a bitterness lacing his voice that makes your heart twist painfully.
You hear the way your pulse quickens, the lump in your throat growing bigger and bigger as you stop dead. "What?"
"Y/N, I didn't mean that I —"
"So that's what this is? You are embarrassed of me?" Your voice raises incredulously. "Is that why you've been so weird with me since Taehyung almost recognised me at the lake? You're scared someone will snitch on you to your rich friends?"
"No, I--"
"No what, Jin?" You let out a hollow laugh. "I thought I meant more to you than that."
Seokjin pinches the bridge of his nose. "It's just you and I...we could never be anything more, you know that right? I don't want you to get the wrong idea. We don't come from the same background and it would be..." He pauses. "Inappropriate."
"It's too late, anyway. Forget I said anything." Tears streak your cheeks hotly and you hide behind your hair, determined to hide your weakness from him. "This was a mistake."
You start to walk away, but then you're running, as fast as you can away from Paradise and all the hurt. The sound of Seokjin's tennis shoes hitting the concrete picks up as he follows you down the path, calling your name, and for a moment you think he's going to comfort you. Tell you that he was sorry and that none of this was meaningless to him after all.
But he doesn't.
"I'll text you!" Is the last thing he calls before you disappear around the corner out of sight. You want to sneak a look over your shoulder, see him standing there at the end of the street beneath the street light.
Instead you resist, letting the bitterness pooling in your stomach rise up and burn your throat like bile. "Don't bother!"
Either he listened or he didn't mean it when he said he would text you.
The anger that ran hot through your bloodstream after your fight with Seokjin has faded to nothing but an indescribable emptiness and regret.
You haven't heard from him in three days. That is a long time where Seokjin is concerned and completely out of character.
Even on normal days, when you had a day off from pretending to be his fiancé, Seokjin would find a way to make you laugh by sending you a low angle selfie from the dinner table at one of his father's business conferences or a cheeky message to let you know he'd just seen you walk past the golf court wearing the red sundress that he liked.
You couldn't remember when Seokjin became a normal part of your day. Just like brushing your teeth or washing your hair, you had become almost expectant of a vibration against your thigh at work or the ping! of your ringtone before you went to sleep or even a heated make out behind the restaurant when you just couldn't wait any longer.
So when it all suddenly came to a stop, you were sure you were going crazy. All you were left with was a feeling of emptiness, as if something vital was missing.
It wasn't even as if he owed you anything, not really - it was true that the romance wasn't real and even the sex was just sex to him; but at some point you had to admit you had crossed some kind of invisible barrier. In between lying to his family, public "dates" flavoured by champagne and hanging off his forearm at celebratory cocktail parties, you and Seokjin had become friends.
(Sort of. If you ignored the parts where his lips made you lose your breath or the night's that ended with his head between your legs.)
So god forbid you expected something from him after your fight the other night. A sign that he cared, if even a little bit. An apology for the way he'd deliberately tried to hurt you.
That's how you find yourself checking your phone anxiously on your kitchen shift breaks, refreshing your inbox obsessively and trying to ignore the heaviness weighing down your chest with each passing hour without even so much as one of the cheesy emojis he used way too frequently to be ironic lighting up your screen.
He even stopped dropping by the restaurant under the guise of a casual lunch like he usually did. You found yourself on edge, breath fogging up the glass of the window with your disappointment every time you heard the door zip open and you rushed to greet him, only to be met with someone utterly not Kim Seokjin.
You thought you saw his broad figure dipping into one of the other restaurants across the plaza instead one afternoon as you left work and you couldn't help but wonder if he shamelessly flirted with the kitchen staff there, too.
It hurts knowing that it was so easy for him to cut you out of his life completely when he had become such a constant part of yours. It hurts knowing that he probably wasn't even thinking of you when he was the only thing on your mind.
And to make matters worse, it seems that the tight smiles and vacant nods you shoot Jimin as he divulges the latest and greatest Paradise gossip he overheard while serving at some fancy dinner party last night didn't do a good job at hiding the melancholy gloom which hangs over your head.
He's still talking as you swipe your cards to check out of work, charmingly holding the door ajar for you to slip outside the restaurant where you told Jungkook you'd wait for him to join you.
The air is cooler than expected against your face, the first time that summer where the sky is covered by splotches of grey cloud that refuse to let any blue peek through like an ugly patchwork quilt that mirrors your ugly mood.
"Y/N, didn't your hear me? Mr Kim's wife literally grabbed him by the balls and threw him out of the building when she caught him cheating with the waitress — wait, are you okay?"
Jimin is already half way down the limestone stairs, too caught up in his own dramatic storytelling to notice the way you stand rigid at the top. The phone in your palm is lit up with the same three words that have haunted you all day — NO NEW MESSAGES — but Jimin's question breaks your trance for a moment.
"Huh? No, I'm fine." You assure, slipping the device into your back pocket, swallowing thickly and mustering up a watery smile you hope will appease him before he can ask any more questions.
It doesn't work.
"You've been acting weird all day." Your legs feel wobbly as you close the distance between you, like the very foundations of your body are beginning to give in to the weight that has set up camp in your chest no matter how hard you try to ignore it.
"I have?" Jimin is peering at you with narrowed eyes, not malicious necessarily but inquisitive. They narrow further when you sigh shakily, averting your gaze to the shirtless gardener who mows the green lawns that spread out as far as the eye can see into perfect lines, counting the distant rose bushes as a distraction from the impending tears that have begun to well. "I don't want to talk about it."
Jimin throws an arm around your shoulder a little too roughly to be comforting, following your stagnant gaze. "Damn he's kinda cute." The lack of witty remark from you when he lands a jokey punch to your shoulder seems to finally perk Jimin's attention. "Tell me, are you and Mr Kim Seokjin having trouble in Paradise?"
Jimin lets out a snort at his own pun before he spots the sullen look on your face, covering his impending chuckle with a cough and releasing you from his grasp to sling his hands in his pockets awkwardly. "Oh shit, really?"
You simply sniff in response, allowing that to be confirmation enough, slumping down onto the grand staircase and letting your face fall into your hands.
Jimin plonks down beside you, sidling up until your knees touch, the simple act of comfort making the tears that had been threatening to emerge all day prick hotly at the corners of your eyes.
"I messed up, Jimin." Your voice is muffled by your palms but that doesn't mask the way it wavers slightly, Jimin's hand immediately rubbing soothing circles into your back. "I think he's mad at me."
"Why?"
"Because I basically told him that I kind of have feelings for him—"
"You did what?" Jimin grabs you by the elbow, alerting the atention of a guy in a velour tuxedo leaving the restaurant who gives the hot tears staining your cheeks a funny look. "Hold up, go back. You have feelings for Seokjin?"
Even with vision blurred by tears you can see the wide eyed expression on Jimin's face. You cross your arms in a pout. "Well you don't need to say it like that."
"Like what?"
"Like the idea is completely crazy or something."
Jimin runs an exasperated hand through his hair. "So you mean the truth?"
It isn't the way he says it so much as the realisation that he is right that stings. You bow your head, a few silent tears rolling down your cheeks until you can taste their saltiness. "I know, I know. I'm not good enough for a person like him, I was stupid—"
Jimin shakes his head gently, placing his palms firmly on both of your shoulders and forcing you to face him head on. "Listen up because I'm about to serve you a cup of piping hot real shit, okay?"
You wipe your nose noisily on your sleeve, giving him a curt nod. "Okay."
"The reason you and Seokjin will never work out has nothing to do with you so I won't accept any of that mopey shit." Jimin shakes you vigorously as if he is knocking some sense into you, and you offer him a tearful giggle. "Truth is, Seokjin can't see a good thing when he has it because there is no room in his rich ass heart for anything other than money and his reputation."
"But—"
"No buts!" Jimin shucks up his sleeves until they cover his hands like paws, using the fabric to dab away your tears, unphased by the growing damp spots on both of his cuffs. "The sooner you realise that Seokjin's issues are not your issues the better."
Your tears are dry now. You're pretty sure Jimin's pep talk ended your momentary wobble but your voice still sounds slightly hoarse when you speak. "It just felt like more when we...you know..." You wave your hands around wildly hoping Jimin will fill in the blank, which he does with a click of his tongue.
"Then you need to stop sleeping with him immediately."
"What?"
"You know what I think?" Jimin links his arm with yours, pulling you alongside him. "I think that you're confusing intimacy with actual feelings."
Maybe he's right. It's natural for emotions to be heightened when Seokjin is making you literally fall apart beneath him, probably for him too which would explain the intimate things he had said. Perhaps all this time you were just confusing loving the way he made you feel for loving...him. After all, you had always thought the regular Seokjin was kind of an asshat at times. Of course you didn't have feelings for him!
"You know what? I think you're right." Jimin raises his eyebrows in surprise, as if he was expecting you to be harder to win around. You slap a palm to your forehead. "I can't believe I actually thought I caught feelings for him for a second."
"Happens to the best of us." Jimin grins. "If I was getting dicked down by that beautiful god of a man then I'd want to have his babies too. Imagine how cute they'd be..."
"Jimin!" You smack him playfully before leaning across to rest your head on his shoulder, his chuckles vibrating against your cheek. "You just basically told me he's an asshole."
"And I stand by that!" He defends, letting his own cheek rest against your hair. "But you can't deny that he is fucking inhumanely gorgeous..."
"Are we talking about Kim Seokjin again?" A dry voice appears somewhere behind, making you jump and pause your laughter. A glance over your shoulder reveals none other than Jungkook, arms crossed and a sullen vibe emanating from the way his thick brows furrow so deeply they almost connect. Come to think of it, he always seems to be moody where Seokjin is involved. Huh.
"Why? Are you gonna try and tell me that he's not that buff again?" Jimin scoffed, stiffening ever so slightly beside you and refusing to even glance in Jungkook's direction.
"No, I just don't see why we have to always talk about him." Jungkook puffs, blowing his bangs out of his eyes bitterly. "Besides, I just saw him outside the kitchen and his body isn't that good. I'd hardly say 'sculpted'."
Huh? Seokjin? Outside the kitchen...
Neither of the boys seem to share your bewilderment, launching into a spat heavy with a tension that had been building long before. "And what would you know, anyway?"
"I go to the gym!" Jungkook flexes his arm, earning a scoff from Jimin to which he frowns. "Look!"
"You saw Seokjin where?" You breathe, butting into the squabble and drawing two startled looks when you jolt to your feet, wiping off the back of your leggings.
"O-outside the kitchen...why? I assumed he was waiting for you..." Jungkook is wide eyed, blinking with a lack of understanding considering his previous absence. Jimin has already wrapped his hand around your wrist to pin you in place.
"He is?" You nibble your lip.
You imagine him leaning up against the wall outside the kitchen, probably looking at his watch impatiently as he waits for your shift to finish. He never could wait for long so perhaps he'd even already left, storming off to go let his anger out in a game of extremely competitive table tennis with a retired CEO in the lounge.
But there's a chance he is still there and that he was waiting for you and even though every fibre of your being screams that it is a bad idea, you just want to see if it was true. If he really was thinking about you. If you'd misjudged him after all and a part of him did care.
"Y/N this is a bad idea." You're already bounding down the steps when Jimin tugs you back to offer a slice of reality. "Remember what we just talked about? Not catching feelings." He draws the last word out and wiggles his eyebrows which only makes Jungkook even more confused.
"It'll be fine Jimin," You brush him off though it sounds a little like you are pleading with him. Carefully dislodging your wrist from his grip, you plaster a reassuring smile to you face that doesn't seem to appease his anxious foot tapping. "I won't let him get inside my head. I'm not confused anymore, see?"
"Fine. Knock yourself out." Jimin steps back, gesturing for you to go forth which you do far too quickly for his liking, flashing him a thumbs up before turning your back and disappearing down the steps before he can protest any further. "But promise to call me immediately if you get horny feelings again!"
The way your heart thumps in your chest as you speed walk around the building has to be unhealthy.
You slow down as you get closer to the corner that obscures the back of the restaurant from view, taking cover behind a bush pruned into a perfect ball.
There he is.
Your breath hitches. It's almost as if your brain tricked you into believing he was a figment of your imagination these past few days without him. Like you made the whole thing up. But no, here he is and he's breathing and he has blood pumping through him just like you and he's so real that it hits you like a freight train.
For the first time this evening, the sun pokes it's head out from behind the clouds, a small crack opening up in the sky that sends a stream of soft golden light cascading across him. And almost as if in unison, it feels like the light shines right through the Seokjin shaped cracks in your heart as you watch his eyes flutter shut at the kiss of warmth and his arms reach above his head to lean into the light in a leisurely stretch.
It almost feels like you are seeing him for the first time all over again.
If Seokjin didn't let out a sigh of impatience in exactly the way you imagined he would, shaking his head and throwing his hands into the pockets of his gym shorts in defeat, you would have been content to just watch from the sidelines like you promised Jimin you would.
Perhaps you wouldn't have rushed out from behind your camouflage of foliage, sending a garden gnome flying in a crash of broken china in your haste. And even more importantly, perhaps you wouldn't have found yourself calling out for him to stop.
"Seokjin!" Your voice sounds small but the word flies out before you can slap your hand over your mouth to keep it in. It's familiar on your tongue, like coming back home after a long trip, and you savour the taste.
"Y/N?"
Seokjin stills at the crunch of your shoes approaching him tentatively, shoulders squared as if weighing up his options - fight or flight? - and just as you think you are mistaken and he didn't want to see you after all, he's taking flight - straight towards you and drawing you into his arms in an uncomfortably tight bear hug.
His chest hits yours with a force that makes you literally lose your breath, hairs on your arms rising as you feel his warmth encapsulate you completely like a comforting blanket.
The sudden embrace stuns you to a shocked silence, arms pressed to your sides stiffly as he buries his nose in your hair and takes a deep inhale. Is Kim Seokjin smelling your hair?
You have to admit the scent of his cologne makes you giddy, a little woodier around the edges than you remember it to be which you put down to the still slightly sticky and sweaty gym clothes hugging his torso. Under normal circumstances you would've been grossed out but the heightened thump of your heart in your ears acts as an ample distraction.
For a moment you forget about Paradise and the argument and the door to the kitchen beside you that could open at any moment. It's just you and him again, and you're melting.
You could stay like this forever, if his grip didn't tighten considerably, as if he was trying to squeeze the breath straight out of you and hold that too, and you are pushing his chest away from your body with a cough. "Jin — can't breathe!"
Seokjin lets you go — reluctantly, settling for holding you at arms length instead — and you are sure you spot his neck flush at the nickname you used accidentally.
"Sorry." His gaze dips to your feet and then drags all the way back to your puzzled eyes as if he is taking all of you in, like you had changed since he last saw you or something as if that wasn't just three days before. A lazy smile appears on his face. "Missed you, that's all."
His words are slightly breathless and punctuated by a shake of his head as if he can't quite believe he's saying them either and the honesty is so unlike him it makes your chest ache.
"Then why didn't you call?" There's a snipe in your words that seems to jolt him out of his sunny disposition, mouth downturning into a frown, arms dropping from your shoulders and going limp at his sides instead as if he is coming to his senses. "You're the one that's been avoiding me."
His shoulders droop awkwardly. "I'm sorry."
"It just didn't make sense why you would stop talking to me—."
"No, not for avoiding you — well I am sorry for that," He explains. "I mean for the things I said. The other night."
You furrow your brows, stunned. "Why?"
"It was mean and...truthfully I couldn't face you because of it." He drags a hand down his face and presses his back to the wall in defeat, giving you a perfect view of the regret that makes his jaw tighten.
With a sigh you sidle up next to him, careful to leave enough space between you so that your arms don't touch. Deja vu masks the ordeal and you realise it's all too similar to the first time you met in this very spot, watching the very same plaza except today it's still bustling with life beneath the orange glow of the setting sun and you have to squint to see it clearly.
You clear your throat. "I thought it was because of the things I said. About us."
"No!" His exclamation is a little too quick, too loud, and he looks embarrassed, following it up with a gruff "Don't be stupid."
"Well don't worry. While you've been avoiding me I've had plenty of time to think it over and you were right after all."
His nose scrunches, a habit of his you've noticed before that gives him an air of innocence. "I was?"
"Yeah, I think I must have had a few too many glasses of champagne at dinner that night." Your laugh is hoarse with the effort it takes to force it past your lips. "I'm happy with our agreement how it is. You don't need to worry about me going all crazy on you again."
"That's...good." His adam's apple bobs. He seems unconvinced by his own words. "Good. I'm glad."
Then he smiles and your heart throbs so hard it could explode so you just smile back and join in with his nervous laughter.
"So we're okay?"
"We're okay."
There's nothing left to say; now it's clear where you both stand. So why is Seokjin opening and closing his mouth like a goldfish?
"Is that all you came here to talk about?"
His laughter stops, and then he coughs and puffs out his chest, returning somewhat to the cocky Seokjin you are used to.
"Actually I was thinking...it's getting kind of late. It would be bad mannered of me to let you walk home alone."
"Why? I always walk home alone?" Seokjin never seemed to possess the worry you can see in eyes before when he dropped you off outside the club and watched you disappear into the night multiple times a week.
"For protection. Just in case." He rolls his eyes, as if it should have been obvious.
"It's okay, I've got pepper spray in my bag plus it's like 5 PM—"
"No. Protection for me." He suddenly pleads. "My mind will start to wander if I go back to my apartment alone again."
Seokjin seems so serious you know you can't reject him now without your conscience taking a beating, so you choose to say nothing at all. You want to be there for him, but at the same time you know you're only going to get hurt. The toe of your shoe draws circles in the dirt. "I don't know what to say."
"How about you don't say anything and just come to my place instead?" Your neck snaps up. He's never invited you to his place before. It always seemed like an inappropriate boundary to cross considering you are hardly even friends let alone lovers. "That way we both win."
You smile and he seems relieved. "I guess, just for a little bit."
"Great! Think of this as you doing a favour for me."
"Again?" You roll your eyes teasingly.
"I repay you don't I?" He sees your face fall. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that—"
"I know." You butt in. "It's fine. Really."
A silence falls in the same way it did the night you fought and it seems neither of you know what to say next. Truthfully you're just glad he doesn't seem mad at you, his quiet company a familiarity that tells you nothing has changed between you.
That is until he leans in a little too close and his fingers brush your wrist. You swallow thickly and wait for him to push you away again, when you feel him hesitate.
This is supposed to be the part where he pushes you away again, looking at his hand in disgust or wiping it on the back of his pants like he touched something dirty.
Instead, he reaches between you to link his fingers carefully with yours. It's like you are suddenly filled with helium, at risk of floating away if the feeling of Seokjin's warmth beside you wasn't there holding you to the ground.
"Is this okay?" You ask with wide eyes, nodding down at where his slightly clammy palm smothers your own.
He nods. You melt.
"You were right, the other day." Seokjin squeezes your hand comfortingly. "I need to stop hiding how I really feel."
You've never been to the residents part of the resort before. You never dared. But truthfully, by the time you realise you are walking not floating, you are already half way across the plaza.
Seokjin guides you around the circular fountain spitting water from the mouth of a cherub, carried by the breeze as a fine mist that feels cold and refreshing against your hot cheeks and marches you up a marble staircase to the resident lodge which rises up out of the ground like a beautiful half moon of white brick, stylish balconies decked with jacuzzis, chiffon curtains and a sea of people who fit Seokjin's class perfectly.
A tired looking doorman stands posted to the entrance and despite feeling Seokjin stiffen beside you, he never lets go of your hand. Not even when the doorman gives you a once over, an eyebrow raising at your casual attire.
You wait for Seokjin to force the doorman to sign an oath of secrecy when his eyes widen at your interlinked fingers, except the moment never comes. He simply rubs his thumb across your knuckles soothingly, striding straight past the doorman and holding the gilded door open for you to slip through himself.
You mumble a thanks, letting out a breath you didn't know you were holding and hope Seokjin can't feel the way your heart thumps against your rib cage uncontrollably. For what reason you can't quite decide — is it because you're conditioned to fear getting caught with Seokjin or because he doesn't seem to care?
Seokjin doesn't let go of you until he has to press the elevator button, and it feels ten degrees colder when he does. Your curious eyes take in the perfumed lobby, grand staircase winding upwards as far as the eye can see, lined with a carpet that's intricately embroidered with gold thread. Paintings line the walls which makes the place feel like some sort of museum and you half expect someone to ask you for an entry fee.
Then the elevator's ornate doors open with a ping you thought only existed in movies and Seokjin's hand is back and shuffling you into the elevator at the small of your back, refusing to leave even once you are inside.
The elevator is lined with polished mirrors and you do a double take when you make eye contact with your reflection, nearly reaching out and tapping the glass to check they are real and not the kind you find at a carnival that make everything look distorted. The way Seokjin pulls you closer to his side makes you look like any one of the other normal couples who frequent the resort, if you ignore the way your baggy cardigan contrasts his head to toe designer outfit.
Seokjin's too busy humming along to the classical music which crackles through the speakers overhead to notice the way your gaze travels to him. You know he wants to make you think that none of this affects him like it does you and his unbothered attitude would have worked had you not noticed the way his cheeks have a pinkish tinge, even in the dim yellow glow of the elevator.
The elevator opens, and you follow him down the hall only to find out Seokjin lives in one of the penthouses. You shouldn't be surprised but when he swipes a shiny key card and the lock beeps with a little green light that tells you the door is unlocked, you can't help the way your mouth gapes. Almost as if you were expecting it to flash red instead, denying you entrance and reminding you that you didn't belong in a place like this.
"Aren't you coming inside?" Seokjin has already crossed the threshold, wiping his polished shoes on the gaudy WELCOME mat inside while you stand awkwardly in the hallway, peeping through the crack of open door. You suddenly feel self conscious in your cardigan and leggings, as if you should've dressed up or something.
Seokjin seems to sense your hesitation, fingers finding your wrist with a smile. "You'll catch a cold out there."
He tugs and you don't resist, letting your feet follow him inside. "It's summer. And we're inside, Jin."
"Well how would I live with myself if I took the risk?" The click of the door locking echos from the high ceiling and you swallow thickly knowing there's no going back.
Inside, the suite looks like a luxury hotel room, like every last penny from the royal Mint had lived and died there.
It's open plan, the grand chandelier glimmering in the evening sun casting miniature rainbows across a living room consisting of pristinely white sofas sporting an array of throw cushions that look as though they have never been moved, collecting dust in the same way as the open magazine on the marble coffee table and the empty coffee mug beside it that look like they were placed there to create the illusion of the space being lived in.
Everything feels a little too pristine, a little too perfect like it materialised straight out of a furniture magazine.
The far wall is entirely glass, floor to ceiling windows looking out over a view of the entire resort; with a squint you can just make out the soft lights of the restaurant you know well, reflection shimmering like gold dust on the surface of the undisturbed public pool. An array of caddy boys on the golf courts collect stray balls and haul clubs back into the lodge and beyond that the vibrant gardens, a blur of pink roses and green hedges from where you stand but still a pleasant sight against the evenings pale blue sky.
Seokjin hums to himself as he flicks on all the lights, disappearing around a corner until you can't hear the click clack of his shoes against the tile anymore. You don't know if you are supposed to stay with knees knocking in the living room or if he was expecting you to follow him; but you presume the latter is true when his voice rings out into the room, jolting you from your shameless study of his living space.
"Have you eaten?" You shake your head in a silent no even though he can't see it, somehow managing to get your legs to carry you beneath a decorative arch and into the kitchen where Seokjin stands with his head ducked into a fancy looking fridge - even the most basic of appliances seem high tech, a touch pad visible on the front for what purpose you don't want to even ask. "I don't know about you but I'm famished."
"I was on my way to find something to eat when we — when you saw me, actually." The correction is quick but it makes your stomach feel funny. Since when did it start to feel normal to refer to you and Seokjin as a "we", as if you are anything but his accessory?
"Perfect." He emerges from the fridge with an armful of tupperware boxes balanced beneath his chin, foot kicking the door shut before he dumps the entire load onto the marble kitchen island that separates you from him.
"How about you stay for dinner?" He flashes you a small smile, corner of his mouth blowing the bangs out of his eyes, and your heart practically skips a beat.
It's just a formality surely, the polite thing to do. The Seokjin you knew was usually eager to get you out of his hair.
He is looking at you expectantly, your throat suddenly dry as you try to muster a response, an excuse. The word that immediately crosses your mind is no. This is dangerous and you know it. But then the bite in your stomach is back and despite knowing an I shouldn't be here in the first place would have been more appropriate, your lips betray you with a simple, "Yes." And the way that Seokjin's face lights up in surprise has every regret falling away as you relish in the knowledge that he is actually happy to have you.
"I thought I would have to bargain with you. You're usually stubborn with me." Shiny bar stools sit tucked beneath the little kitchen bar set up beside him, a few expensive looking champagne bottles littered across the surface. He pats one of the plush cushions in a gesture for you to sit which you graciously do, even as you scoff at his words and silently wonder why someone who lives alone needs so many seats.
"Because you're usually trying to get me to do something ridiculous." You chide. "And besides, I'm hungry."
"So you're just using me for my cooking skills, huh? I didn't think you were that kind of girl." Seokjin eyes you cheekily, hands fiddling with the dials on the stove with a pout. "How do you turn this thing on?"
You let out a sigh of mock despair, joining him at the counter and turning the knob until you hear a familiar click as the gas ignites, basking the kitchen in a blue glow. "If your 'skills' end with me getting food poisoning I'll never forgive you Kim Seokjin".
"I think I can handle a simple pasta dish," He retorts, but not before sending a pot from the utensil rack crashing to the ground with a clatter. "Maybe I spoke too soon." He picks up the appliance, holding it out to you sheepishly, a flush caressing his cheeks now.
You click your tongue but in no way maliciously, instinctively filling the pot with water and pulling open a few drawers in search of some other equipment. "Where do you keep the spoons?"
"Top drawer." You hear him call, settling himself into the askew stool you previously occupied, kicking his feet up onto the opposite stool and making you internally wince when the soles of his shoes settle on the white leather cushion. "Can I ask you something?"
Something in his voice changes, a seriousness that you aren't used to with him. In fact the only time you'd ever heard it was last week on the lake, when he admitted he felt like an outsider at Paradise.
You dump the pasta and lean against the counter to face him. "Sure."
"Do you think I'm an asshole?" He asks quietly.
You pause. "Sometimes." Eyes narrowed, you let out a sigh. "Why?"
"I'm sorry." Seokjin sounds small, and he wrings his hands together awkwardly. "For making you do all this for me, and then acting like a douche."
You push his feet off the stool and take a seat opposite him. Your mouth is dry, so you say nothing. He looks at you expectantly. Like he's hoping his apology will make up for the stinging hurt that still lingers in your chest every time you remember the look of shame in his eyes when he almost got caught talking to you at the gates. You flash him a sad smile, and he sighs when he realises it's not enough.
"God, I'm so fucking lame. What normal guy has to get a girl to pretend to be his fucking fiance?"
"What normal girl agrees to pretend? If you're lame then I'm just as bad." You chuckle, somewhat bitterly. "If you're so embarrassed by me, why don't you just tell your family? Then you won't have to worry someone will find out who I really am."
There's a sharpness to your words that makes Seokjin wince.
"It's not that I'm embarrassed of you! I'm...embarrassed of me." Seokjin rushes. "I just can't tell them. It would break them if they knew we've been lying."
Oh. So all this time he wasn't afraid someone would find out your real identity...he was just worried about disappointing his family?
"I always knew I was going to marry some nice girl from upstate and take over Paradise one day," He continues. "But now it's actually happening and I'm realizing I'm not cut out for this."
His head falls into his palms, forehead creased. You can tell this has been weighing on his mind for a while, and part of you feels thrilled that he trusts you enough to confide in you.
"I want to be the man they want me to be but I don't know how much longer I can pretend."
You slide your hand over the counter and cover his. He looks up, surprised, when you give it a comforting squeeze.
"I think you're just scared." You whisper. "I know you Seokjin, and you'll be an incredible CEO."
He puffs out his chest. "Pfft, I'm not scared."
"You're scared you won't be as good of an owner as your dad." You say. "And you're scared that you won't love the girl who you marry like you're supposed to."
Seokjin falls quiet, like what you said hit a nerve. He frowns. "I know what it's like to love someone. And those other girls -- the ones my parent's tried to set me up with -- they were nice and all but... I didn't feel it with any of them."
"You can't force love." You offer him a sympathetic smile. "Sometimes it just pops up in the strangest of places. It just happens."
"You're right." He smiles back, and shakes his shoulders like a weight has been lifted. His eyes soften fondly. "Hey. How do you always seem to know exactly what to say?"
"One of my many talents,"You laugh as you instinctively start to dish up your meal. That's what working in a kitchen does to you. "Including making incredible pasta."
The smell of carbonara wafts through the kitchen, and he rubs his stomach gratefully.
"God I love you." Seokjin says breathily, threading his hands through his hair and looking at you in wonder.
"What?" You go slack, the metal spoon between your fingers hitting the ground with a tinny crash.
Seokjin blinks twice before rushing to cover up his mistake. "You know what I mean."
You do know. But a part of you wishes that you didn't know, that you could pretend that the words that spilled from Seokjin's lips were real and true and meant something.
Not that it matters anyway. You aren't in love. You are just pretending to be. So why does it feel like a ton of bricks smushed your heart when you realise this was probably the only time you would ever hear him say those words, even if he didn't mean them how you wished he would?
You pull your bottom lip between your teeth before it can start to wobble and bend to your knees to retrieve the spoon. Seokjin is already ahead of you, leaping out of his chair to grasp the metal at the exact same time.
A gasp passes your lips when his hand covers yours tightly, the contact accidental but enough to send tingles up your spine like it always does. Except this time, it seems he feels it too, because when you dare to look up he is staring at your almost interlocked hands in wonder.
"Is now a bad time to repay one of your favours?" His voice is hoarse.
"What—"
Seokjin's fingers hook beneath your chin, tilting your head towards him so that he can press his lips against yours in a tentative kiss, swallowing your words in transit.
The kiss is slow and languid, the way he slots his plump bottom lip between yours making you melt instantly. His cheeks are warm and soft in your hands as you cup them, the action feeling just as natural as the warmth blossoming in your chest when Seokjin moves his mouth in time with your own with an impossible tenderness.
He sighs into your mouth like he'd been waiting forever to do this, and you feel a similar satisfaction, finally able to curb the craving for him that has been aching inside you since your last encounter when he left you standing alone on the veranda.
Seokjin's fingers trace up your arms tentatively, hairs raising wherever they touch, before tangling them in the hair at the base of your neck and pulling you ever deeper into the kiss, not just with pure desire like you were used to but with a yearning to hold you closer. For the first time you let yourself succumb to your senses, protective guard over your heart shattering as you get lost in the scent of his woody cologne and the roughness of his simultaneously pillowy lips.
By the time he pulls back you are already breathless and he is too, lips parted slightly, breath tickling your nose.
"Sorry." The curve of his lips tells you he didn't mean it. He wanted to kiss you. You melt. "'S cause I missed you, that's all"
"C'mere." With a breathy laugh you pull him closer to you again by the collar, mouths crashing together in a tangle of teeth and tongue this time that makes you burn with a hunger to commit every caress of his lips to memory, blood running hot as he tugs your bottom lip between his teeth like he wants to devour you right then and there. "I want you."
His hands search your body making you shudder, swell of your chest pressed to his as he slips his burning hot palms beneath your thighs to hoist you onto the kitchen island, uncaring when the spice rack rattles precariously. His lips never leave yours, tongue sweeping into your mouth in a way that has you panting for more, suddenly desperate to feel his warmth against you without the damn barrier of your leggings between you.
"Wanna take you right here so bad." Seokjin breaks away, eyes glazed over and slipping from your swollen lips momentarily to take in your quivering body, slotting himself between your welcoming legs. "God, you drive me crazy."
His hair tickles your cheek when he lets his face fall into the crook of your neck as if accepting defeat, his self control hanging by a thread in the same way as yours.
"Then take me." It's hushed whisper but it makes Seokjin groan, his hands rubbing flat circles into the tops of your thighs but never getting quite close enough to the ache that pulses between your legs, as though he can't trust himself.
"Don't want you to do something you'll regret." Seokjin sounds pained as he nips at your neck, lips sucking marks into the flesh obscenely while his tongue soothes the burn, your eyes squeezing shut at the sensation.
"I could never regret you." You stammer between quiet whimpers when his teeth attack the sensitive spot behind your ear and in that moment you believe every word. "I promise."
Seokjin leaves one last wet kiss to your jaw. "Open your eyes. Look at me." His hands tremble when they take your face between them and hold your already damp forehead against his. You obey, biting your lip when his own lustful eyes stare into yours with a gentleness. "Promise. You want this — me?"
Your heart throbs. "I promise."
"Then how could I refuse?" With a peck to your lips Seokjin hoists you over his shoulder like you are weightless, blood rushing to your head as you come face to face with his butt.
"Let me down!" You laughed as he carries you through the apartment, pounding your fists against his back playfully. He only tightens his grip, landing a sharp smack to your ass that has you quieting down quickly. "Ow!"
"Don't pretend you didn't like it." His voice is muffled as he lets you down but you can still hear his smirk before he even comes into view. Your back lands on top of a plush mattress, silken sheets a welcome cold against your skin which still burns from Seokjin's touch. You manage to glance around the room briefly, taking in the elegant matching silk drapes and the luxe gold trimmed furniture which makes it feel like a hotel room you probably could not afford.
But then Seokjin is hovering over you again and the way his eyes darken as they rake across your body captures all your attention.
"I wouldn't mind if you did it again." You hum coyly, enjoying the way his pupils dilate as he swallows a groan. Seokjin grips your ankles and lands another slap to the flesh of your ass that has you panting and choking on your own smirk.
"Such a slut, hm?" Your knees fall apart instinctively as he leans over your body, leaving a few lingering kisses across the expanse of your chest that peeks out of the top of your tank top, all while your fingers find the hem of his gym t-shirt. "God I love your ass."
"I'll fuck it myself if you don't hurry up." The way your hips buck up give away your impatience, never quite meeting the painfully visible tent in his crotch and gaining the friction you so desperately search for. Your panties are soaked through and clinging uncomfortably to your dripping folds by now, the heat between your legs pulsing unbearably.
Seokjin chokes at your threat, eyes rolling back as he pictures the image you painted. "F-fuck, I'd love to but maybe another time." Your lithe fingers manage to get his shirt over his shoulders, throwing the garment somewhere behind him and sucking in a gasp when you take in Seokjin's naked torso beneath the warm glow of his bedside lamp, toned and slightly damp with anticipation. "Gotta take care of this cunt first, hm?"
His palm cups your mound obscenely through your leggings and you whine at the first contact you'd received all night, eager to have him touch you without the barrier of your clothing. "P-please." The way you twist your hips needily, trying to grind your throbbing clit against the heel of his palm makes him laugh lightly.
"Sit back, get comfy." He helps you slide up the bed, arranging a selection of tasseled throw cushions behind your head until he's satisfied you are adequately supported, kneeling between your legs to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and press a prolonged peck to your parted lips. "Want this to be good for you."
"It's always good for me." You assure, fingers trailing fleetingly down his chest and feeling him tense above you at the ticklish contact. Seokjin makes quick work of your top, leaving you quickly in just your bra which you graciously save him the trouble of undoing by snapping the clasp open yourself.
The way he gazes in awe at your bare chest makes you self conscious, hands coming to cover the flush that caresses your face until he rolls one of your hardened nipples and lets out a sigh in unison with your own when your hands fall away, unable to focus on anything other than the tingle of Seokjin's touch and your own shallow pants.
"You're so pretty." His words make your chest blossom with warmth and you arch into his touch, air cold against your hard buds until Seokjin takes one of them into the heat of his mouth and reduces you to a gasping mess beneath him.
As soon as he comes up for air you manage to wriggle your hands between your flush bodies, latching on to the waistband of his gym shorts and sliding them down his thighs along with his boxers as soon as you catch his nod of confirmation.
His cock springs free, hard and already leaking against his stomach. Seokjin hisses at the cold air against his length. You wrap your hand around his girth, lidded gaze watching the way his face twists with a pleasurable agony with each flick of your wrist. He's hot and heavy in your palm, impossibly hard and your entrance clenches when his cock pulses against your palm, forcing him to swallow a moan and stop his hips from thrusting into your hand. You are suddenly hyper aware of how empty you are, another bout of lust pooling in your stomach as you anticipate how good he would fill you up, length enough to stretch you out perfectly.
When your palm twists around the angry reddened tip he just about looses his mind, falling forward to grip your shoulder with a bruising grip, uncaring when a few choked groans spill into your ear. You take pride in the way he falls apart so easily until his large palm covers yours and halts your ministrations all together.
"Stop, fuck—" He squeezes his eyes shut, letting out a hiss as he tries to regain his control, length twitching and drooling against your bare stomach. "Nearly came, shit." Seokjin's chest heaves with laboured breaths, cheeks flushed as he grips the base of his length firmly.
"I'm that good huh?" The teasing tone makes his eyes snap up, the scarlet tint to his cheeks deepening.
"No — I mean yes — but mostly I've been imagining this for a while." He seems slightly sheepish and you find it cute, feeling a little pang in your heart when his nose scrunches with shyness at his confession. "Got too worked up too fast."
"Guess you don't want me to suck you off for a bit, then?" You ask almost hopefully, your heat growing ever wetter at the thought of his girth fucking your throat mercilessly.
"There's plenty of time for that, princess." The glint in his eye is the same as the one he had that day in the locker rooms, except this time you trust his words knowing that nothing could stop you coming back for more.
"Guess I'll have to save my skills for another day, then." Seokjin chuckles at the pout that graces your lips, swatting your hand away before it could stroke his length again. "Unless..."
"Brat." The shake of his head is affectionate.
"Don't pretend you don't like it." You echoe his earlier words and he rolls his eyes to your amusement.
"Touché."
He holds your gaze for a little too long, the way his eyes soften at the edges and his lips part cutely too intimate for you to deal with in the moment so you focus on the neglected ache between your legs instead.
You interrupt the moment before you let a piece of your heart flutter straight into his hands. "Hurry up and get inside me, idiot!"
"Okay, okay jeez!" Seokjin raises his hands defensively before he shuffles down the bed, eye level with your crotch.
You can't help the way you arch off the bed as he peels away your leggings, whining shamelessly when your swollen folds finally hit the air.
Soon enough you feel Seokjin's hot breath hovering over your slit, making your clit pulse even more desperately if that were possible. Before he could devour your heat like you wanted him to, you are reminded of his own self control. "'S not fair, is it?" You slur, head spinning with lust as he spreads your lips with his fingers, taking you in completely.
"Not going to eat you out this time, don't worry," The sight of him looking up at you with pleading eyes from between your legs, lips inches away from your clit, is enough to have the coil in your stomach tightening, sure you could cum just from the visual alone. "Just a taste?"
You nod, too breathless to speak, and he runs a flat stripe up your dripping slit, the contact enough to make your legs shake and your head fall back against the cushions. He places a single kiss to your clit which makes you quiver before he climbs back up so you are eye level. "Can't get enough of your pussy," Your breath mingles, his lips glistening with your arousal just inches from yours. "Could taste you forever."
"You can." You whisper.
His tongue traces your bottom lip languidly. You can taste yourself just barely on his lips. "I don't deserve you."
Seokjin supports himself on his forearms, hovering over your body and taking his cock in his palm to line it up with your entrance.
"Ready?" He scans your face for any concerns, any suggestion that you are having second thoughts. Even your small smile and the shameless twists of your hips as you tried to impale yourself on his cock wasn't enough to appease him, apparently. "Promise?"
The tenderness in his voice makes you lose your breath in a mixture of shock and warmth. This has to be a dream. "Promise."
Seokjin's lidded eyes light up and he finds your hand where it tugs on the sheets beside your bodies and carefully interlinks your fingers. The callouses on his fingers, the grooves of his palm and how it slots perfectly into yours is starting to feel familiar. You don't have time to dwell on whether the action was supposed to feel as romantic as it did before he's pushing the tip of his cock against your entrance which clenches with every inch until he bottoms out with a guttural groan of his own.
The slide is slow and languorous, allowing you to feel every ridge of his cock drag against your walls, the stretch burning a little as you tried to accommodate his girth.
"So fucking wet for me, huh?" It's true; you can feel your arousal dripping down your ass, his hips meeting yours with an audible squelch that was testament of his affect on you. You feel his cock twitch inside you, his nose scrunching as he resists slamming into you straight away to allow you to adjust. Instead he focuses on rubbing soothing circles with his thumbs into your hips, taking in your bare form with a fascination. "So fucking pretty underneath me like this."
"All for you." You manage to stutter between hard pants as he snaps his hips back until just the head of his cock remains at your entrance and you whine with the impossible emptiness. "I'm all yours."
"Promise me." It comes out as a command but it's tainted with a softness that makes your cheeks burn with more than just lust.
"I promise. I'm all yours."
That's all it takes to have him slamming back into you, hips meeting yours repeatedly with a loud slap which is almost drowned out by the soft moans that spill from his lips into the crook of your neck. He's more vocal than you were expecting and it drives you crazy.
"Fuck, I'm close." His breath hitches at your words, tongue snaking out to wet his lips as he shudders closer to his high. With a pained expression he pauses mid thrust, head barely inside you as he searches your face for answers with desperate eyes. "Where can I—"
"Inside me." You buck your hips, whimpering when he slides back into you to the hilt as if he can't help it. "Wanna feel you fill me up."
"Shit, okay." He stutters as your fingers move the bangs stuck to his sweaty forehead, his neck and shoulders glistening slightly in the deep glow of the room. "God, you're so tight."
By now you are clenching around him wildly, the heat between your legs getting hotter with every drag of his cock against your velvety walls. With his next thrust he hits your sweet spot deliciously, the mewl that leaves you alerting him of the fact and he watches with a dark amusement as your eyes roll back and you lose yourself to the feeling.
"Mmf — g-gonna cum." Seokjin's thumb rubs circles into your throbbing clit in time with his thrusts and the pressure is enough to have you falling over the edge, vision fading to black as Seokjin fucks you through your high.
"That's it, cum for me baby," He coaxes, thrusts turning sloppy as you feel him release inside you, the feeling of him coating your now sensitive walls almost too much. "S-shit."
You don't realise your eyes are squeezed shut until Seokjin's palm cups your chin, his face a picture of pure bliss when your lashes finally flutter open. There's barely any distance between your noses, his breath lightly tickling your parted lips and you're sure he can hear your heart thumping against your rib cage, loud in your ears as he closes the distance between you in a lazy kiss that feels indescribably intimate with him softening inside you.
"I don't deserve you." He says again, voice croaky this time. "You could do better than me."
"Shut up," His cheek presses to your chest, warm against your clammy skin. "Don't be silly."
"There's something I need to tell you..." He begins, cut off when you sit upright abruptly, eyes wide. "It's nothing bad. Well, it might be depends on how you respond. It's just that day on the lake, when I saw how Taehyung looked at you, and when I thought I lost you, it made me realise that I'm—"
"No, not that." You begin feeling around for your underwear. "I think the pasta boiled over!"
"Oh shit!" He joins your search for clothes, rolling onto his back beside you, though you don't miss the frown that appeared on his face. "Guess I can wait a little longer."
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climb through my window (pt. 2) | jj maybank
not my gif! (i think it was posted by ssjiara)
warnings: s l o w b u r n, briefly talks about violence and abuse (bc it’s jj and his dad’s a meanie)
word count: 2.7k
masterlist, pt 1, pt 3
a/n: i know the beginning is also a little slow, but pls stick with me bc after this it’s gonna be so good! jj comes in at the end, and from this point on he’ll be the main focus of every part. but i had to set up the story :) also big thanks to kay bc i complained about this nonstop for the last few days sorry kay ly
Yelling was something you had become well acquainted with in the last year and a half. It was your sister’s fault. She didn’t stick to the plan.
“She was always supposed to go to Yale and she’s still going to Yale!” your mom shouted, her hands practically slamming on the table. “That was always the deal,” she continued, ignoring your sigh and tense jaw, “you got Meg and I got (y/n).”
You had moved on from the, “Isn’t it my decision?” argument long ago, instead choosing silence as your parents battled it out. When your sister, Meg, had decided to forgo college and instead spend some time traveling (she had secretly saved every penny she received from presents, allowances, paychecks, etc), your parents had moved on to you. Your mother had attended Yale and your dad Dartmouth, and the plan was always that Meg would go to Dartmouth and you’d go to Yale. It was a whole legacy student ordeal. It didn’t matter anyway, because your sister had ruined it. You were only a junior, and the school year was still a week away from starting, this was your reality for the time being.
“Well I think she’d like Dartmouth more, anyway,” your dad said. He didn’t even look up from his plate. “New Hampshire has way more to offer than Connecticut.”
Your mom on the other hand, was red in the face. Her arms were flailing, pointing her fork at you and your dad. “You’ve hardly even been to Connecticut, how in the hell would you know?”
“I just know it is, who goes to Connecticut for fun?” your dad continued. “New Hampshire has way more to-”
“You know what?” you cut them off. They both turn to look at you. Every time they get into these arguments, they wait for your input, for a final “I’m going here,” but it’s not coming today. Instead, you say, “I’m leaving.” You stand up from the table, pushing in your chair, making sure it angrily scrapes against the floor. “Feel free to keep arguing on my behalf, though.”
Your favorite spot in town was a 20 minute bike ride from your house. There was a little hill you could climb up, and when you reached the top it was a beautiful view of the ocean. You sometimes brought a book and read, and other times you just laid down and enjoyed the sun. Either way, that’s where you were going.
You decided to take a different way there this time, it was a little longer but it was so nice out you didn’t mind. As you turned the corner to ride past the police station, you saw the back of a blonde head that looked a lot like JJ walking out with another man. Your heart immediately dropped, too worried about why he was walking out of the police station to be disappointed in yourself for knowing him by the back of his head.
You were still some distance away when they got into the car. Despite no longer being able to see JJ, you kept your eyes on the movement in the car. As you started to get closer, you noticed the movement you could see get more violent, causing the car to shake. You finally become parallel with the car, staying on the opposite side of the road. You were nervous to stop, scared of what you might see, but you knew you had to.
JJ was pressed against the passenger door, his hands covering his face. The man in the car, which you could only assume was his dad, was hovering over him. You could probably hear his yelling if your ears weren’t ringing. You knew what was coming next, and you tried to will it not to happen, tried to focus all the energy into the universe to make what was going to happen not happen.
His hand collided with JJ’s face anyway. Over and over again. And you couldn't look away, couldn’t stop the tears that started to form, couldn’t believe the universe for being so unfair. The police station was right there, it would be so easy to run in and get help, but you were completely frozen in your spot.
His dad settled back into his seat and you saw JJ touch his face, attempting to clean the cuts but only producing bloody hands. The car engine started, and quickly peeled away, leaving you stuck to the pavement. You stared as they turned at the end of the road and reached up to wipe the few tears that you didn’t realize had fallen.
Once your breathing finally evened out and your heart stopped pounding out of your chest, you pushed your feet off the ground and started pedaling your bike. You had forgotten where you were supposed to be going, instead just seeing where your feet took you.
You hadn’t planned on making your way to the Wreck, but before you knew it that’s what happened. You debated going in for a few minutes. You weren’t sure you wanted to explain what you just saw to Kie, though you were sure she knew. You could just not tell her, but your anxiety was without a doubt written on your face. You probably should tell her, or anyone for that matter. But on the other, was it yours to tell?
You were still standing over your bike outside the restaurant when the front door opened. “(y/n)?” Kie’s dad called, garbage bag in hand. “Are you okay?” he asks. “Why are you just standing there? Come in!”
It snapped you out of your trance, and you nodded, stepping off the bike and walking it over to the rack. It was way less crowded than the last time you were there, especially for a Saturday. “Oh, hey, (y/n),” Kie says.
“Hey, Kie,” you said. You smile, trying to put on happy face for your friend.
“Are you hungry?” she asks. “I can make you something if you want.”
“No,” you say. You’re pretty sure any food you tried to eat right now would just come straight back up. “I was just passing by,” you continue. “Your dad invited me in and I didn’t want to upset him.”
“Oh,” she says. She stares at you for a second. “Are you okay?” You look down at the counter. “You look like you don’t feel well.”
“Yeah, I just uh-” you try to fake a laugh, “I just have a headache.”
She seems to buy it. “Well let me grab you some water and then you should head home and get some rest,” she says, raising her eyebrows at you. You give her a nod and she takes a few steps behind the counter. She hands you the bottle and takes a sip.
Before your common sense can stop you, you say, “Hey, I saw JJ mowing the Copelands’ lawn the other day and noticed he had some bruises. I don’t know if there’s any reason to worry but,” you pause, unsure of how to finish, “uh, I don’t know. I guess I just wanted to make sure he was okay?” You immediately wish you could suck the words back out of the air and take them back.
But Kie just shrugs, giving a little chuckle. “Honestly, (y/n), who knows? It’s JJ.” You smile and nod, looking back down at the counter. “Look,” she continues, “if it ever seems like he’s in trouble just let me know. But he’s usually got it figured it out.”
“Yeah,” you say quickly. “I’m honestly not even sure why I asked. Something about it just made me nervous, I guess.”
She smiles. “That’s sweet of you, really,” she pats your shoulder. “But I wouldn’t let it worry you too much, okay?”
You nod, suddenly desperate to get out of there. “I’m gonna go,” you say. “Thanks for the water.” It seems awkward, but you’re not sure what else to say.
“Let me know when you’re feeling better,” she calls as the door shuts behind you.
You lean against the side of the building once out of sight, once again trying to calm yourself down. You take a sip of the water and click on your phone to check the time. It had only been an hour since you left home, but it felt like it had been at least five.
Unsure of what else to do, you get on your bike and start back home, stopping at the library on the way to pick up a book. Halfway through your ride, the sky seemed to open up, big drops of rain soaking you through to the bone.
When you were little, your mom used to say that it only rained when people wanted things to be washed away.
It only seemed fitting.
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JJ hadn’t come by to mow that Friday. It was Sunday now, and all you’d done was think about him and what you saw the day before.
School was starting in a week, and despite the fact that you almost liked school, the thought of being forced to see all the other kooks every day was enough to ruin the idea. And since junior year meant college planning, you knew tensions would be high.
Needless to say, you were dreading it.
But today, it was gorgeous outside. So, before your parents could even try to bother you, and before you spent another minute staring at the ceiling in your bedroom, you grabbed your headphones and your book and headed out to your back deck. You had made a deal with your parents long ago that any arguing had to stay in the house, so you knew you were safe outside.
No matter how hard you tried to focus on your book, your mind couldn’t stop wandering. After twenty minutes, you basically give up, dropping your book in your lap with a huff. You close your eyes and lean your head back against your chair, sighing. The sun is as burning you skin, but it’s lnice to feel something other than anxious.
Your heart just about skips a beat when you hear a lawn mower start. Your eyes open immediately and you swallow hard. Sitting up slightly, you turn your head to look at the house next door.
And, of course, there he is, two days late, mowing the lawn. Part of you hoped that you’d be able to avoid seeing him for the rest of the week after what you saw yesterday.
You’re trying your hardest to not stare, you don’t want him to catch you again, but you need to see his face. He’s actually wearing a shirt this time, which is a bad sign. You can’t remember the last time he wore a shirt while mowing in the summertime. You can’t quite see his face yet, so you turn around and pretend to read your book, waiting for the sound of the mower to get closer. When it does, you try to peek over. He’s still a bit too far away, but you think you can see a dark spot on the side of his temple. It makes your stomach turn.
You did have one thought in the back of your mind, but it was borderline crazy, nevermind how it would make you look. You had been mulling it over for the past few days, but always dismissed it immediately. Seeing him here, however, a dark bruise on his face and likely countless others across his chest, made that horrible idea seem not so horrible.
Your feet were moving before you knew it, before you could stop them.. You always felt like there was a magnet drawing you into him, but up until now you’d tried your hardest to act against it.
“JJ!” you called. Your palms were starting to sweat. In all honesty, you had no idea what you were doing, but for some reason you were still doing it.
He turns around, shutting off the lawn mower when he sees you standing there. “Oh, hi,” he says, thinking for a minute. “(y/n), right? You’re friends with Kie?” You nod. He thinks for another minute and smiles. “You’re that girl I always catch staring at me?” The smirk on his face tells you everything you needed to know. You knew he had noticed a few times, but had no clue he’d picked up on a pattern.
Your eyes go wide and you shake your head. “Uh, no,” you try to be casual, “I don’t think I know what you’re talking about.” He could probably hear your pulse from where he was standing.
“No,” he continues, nodding, “you almost crashed your car into your garage the other day because you were staring at me.” His hands are crossed against his chest and he’s smiling wildly.
“No,” you say say again. “No, I was just,” you can’t come up with anything good, “looking at the Copeland’s dog. It had gotten out,” you finish, knowing the Copeland’s have never had a dog, not for as long as you’d lived next to them.
He clearly knew this too, because he answers, “The Copeland’s doing have a dog, (y/n).”
“Okay, well, that’s beside the point,” you say, shaking your head again and waving your hands. His eyes are wide when you look back up at him, and you sigh, seriously regretting whatever it was you were doing. “Look,” you continue, “I came over here because I wanted to tell you,” you pause, your hands are shaking. You take a deep breath. “I saw you. The other day. Outside the police station. With your dad.” You can’t say the whole thing at once, cause you think the weight of the words might poison all the air around you. “At least I thought it was your dad, anyway,” you say, looking down at your feet.
“Look,” he says, taking a step forward, “please don’t-”
“Wait,” you interrupt, because you think if you don’t finish you might never get out the words, “just let me finish, please?” You look at him and he nods. You exhale, still not believing the words you were about to say. “If you ever need somewhere to crash, for whatever reason, my window is the last one to the left on the back side of the house. It’s easy to climb in. I’ve done it a few times before.” He looks completely thrown off. “I just know how Kie’s dad is, and I know how Mr. Heyward can sometimes be a pain, and after what happened to John B-” you falter. “I just figured you might need somewhere to stay from time to time,” you explain. “I have a couch in my room and I promise not to ask questions.”
There’s a pause. He finally says, “Okay,” and when you look up at him he’s got that same smirk he did before.
“Don’t give me that look,” you say, pointing a finger at him. “You will be sleeping on the couch, believe that.”
His smirk doesn’t dissipate as he nods. “Sure,” he says.
You roll your eyes. “Oh, my god, I’m leaving now.” You turn and start walking away, resting your hand on your chest, trying to calm your heart rate.
“Hey, (y/n)?” he calls after you. Reluctantly, you turn back. He’s got a different look now, less cocky. “You were close with Sarah, right?” He rubs his hand on the back of his neck.
“Yeah,” you say, “we used to be best friends when we were little.” You hadn’t been that close with her in a long time, but you don’t tell him that.
“Do you think they’re,” he drops his hands by his side, sighing, “you know-”
“Dead?” you ask.
He rolls his eyes. “Well, yeah, but I was trying not to say the word.”
You smile a little, brushing some hair out of your face. “No, I don’t,” you say simply.
He nods, looking down at the ground, and gives you a smile. “Last window to the left, right?” he asks. “On the back side of the house?”
You try to stop the smile that’s threatening to engulf your face. “Yeah.”
You turn around, walking back to your deck. You hear the lawn mower start. Your feet feel like they’re no longer touching the ground. You have no idea if he’ll come, and you wouldn’t blame him if he didn’t, but you feel better knowing you’ve offered, that he has the option.
And the thought of getting to see his face more sure doesn’t hurt.
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Your Pretty Little Angel (Axl Rose x Reader)
Pairing: fluffy modern!Axl x Reader
Words: 1,785
Request: @zeppelinwhore : “ Hey, love! How r u? I was wondering if i could request a fic with modern!axl? Where reader feels insecure about herself, like she saw the pic of Axl and Lana and then she feels like she is not as pretty as Lana. Or some shit like that lol. <3 “
A/N: Thanks for requesting, hun! The more of these modern!Axl imagines I write, the more I want to be his little sugar baby, ya know? Hope y’all enjoy this one! (Also this gif fucking killed me he’s SO cute)
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Your fingers drummed on the bathroom counter in front of you, drawing your focus to the sound of tapping against the granite rather than the gaping mirror in front of you. Anything but the reflection.
It wasn’t as though you were always racked with self-hatred or insecurity of your appearance. At the same time, you weren’t vain. You had worked hard to accept you as you were, it was all anyone could do, right? Everyone had their days though.
Especially when you were dating a globally celebrated rock star.
Axl Rose used to be a name that circulated the news channels and magazines much more frequently. Nowadays, any mention of Guns N’ Roses was a bit rarer, especially since Axl chose to lead a more private life. His name still had the power to generate headlines, though. You had definitely seen the latest—the images were practically burned into your mind now.
“Axl’s New Flame”
“So, Lana Del Rey and Axl Rose Are Hanging Out Together”
“Where’s Y/N? Axl Ditches Former Girl-Next-Door For Singing Siren”
You knew it was innocent. You knew rumor articles were cruel. You knew there was likely nothing even to it; Axl had gone out for a business dinner and they must have run into each other. After all, Lana Del Rey is a well-known Guns N’ Roses fan. The only pictures you had seen so far was her walking ahead of him leaving the same hotel restaurant. Axl simply wasn’t like that; you had been together for over a year now.
That was you trying to be rational and avoid a spiral of doubt. But of course, you ended up tumbling over the edge and soon got lost in overthinking.
You read the articles, every single detail you could find. The fact that she wrote a song all the way back in 2008 called “Axl Rose Husband.” Her coy smile in the pictures—so beautiful with her elegant face. Sure, Axl wasn’t like that, but did anyone really expect to get cheated on? Did anyone ever expect to be left? Those kinda things blind-sided even the most infatuated adoring lovers, and you began to brace yourself for the impact. Sure, you had just moved into his house, but he could always kick you out. You and Axl had never even exchanged “I love you” with each other, maybe he was seeing what else was out there. Maybe he had been charmed, maybe you just hadn’t seen other pictures yet. You read the articles speculating if Axl had left you in the dust. It was easy to find pictures comparing you to Lana. This was worse than online stalking because all the work was done for you—and there were people’s commentary and opinions, people you didn’t even know, who didn’t know you.
When you glanced up, almost accidentally, you realized you had started crying. You chuckled bitterly and added another negative trait to your list: too fucking sensitive. Who did you think you were, dating Axl Rose?
“Hey, sugar, I thought we were getting lunch? You’ve been up here for almost an hour.” You heard Axl call from your shared bedroom and heard his steps crossing the floor. You panicked; you didn’t want him to see you right now when the image of her was probably pinned in his memories. Her laugh, her smile, her bambi eyes looking at his. Was he comparing the two of you like everyone else? Wondering why he settled when he could’ve had her?
“Uh, hang on! Give me a minute,” you tried to stall; you needed a helluva lot longer than a minute.
“What’s wrong?” You heard Axl asked as he paused right outside the bathroom. It was almost a casual question, as though he weren’t really expecting anything serious to be wrong. “Your hair brush is out here if that’s what you’re looking for.” You chuckled slightly, smiling sadly at his nonchalant observation. “Are you okay?” He pressed when you didn’t answer, and that’s when you completely fell apart.
“Y-yeah! I just, uh...I poked my eye and...” you lied with the first thing that entered your head and grimaced at the weak attempt to stop your voice from shaking as hot, fresh tears spilled from your eyes. “I’m actually not feeling well; maybe we can go another time. Why don’t you go get something for yourself?” He didn’t answer, and you wondered if maybe he had left to do exactly that.
“Why in the world would I do that?” You jumped at the sound of his soft voice right behind you and glanced up to look at him in the mirror’s reflection, staring back at you in confusion, hairbrush in hand. Heavy concern shaded his face when he saw you. “Y/N, what’s wrong, darlin’?”
“It’s really nothing,” you lied and Axl immediately frowned angrily at you. His boots hit the floor with purpose as he marched over to where you sat on the vanity stool. He knelt down right next to your thigh in an effort to match your level.
“You know I hate it when you tell me that, Y/N. I hate wasting time with you upset and me not knowin’ the reason why. Do you trust me?” You hesitated at the question and saw a flicker of surprised hurt flash in Axl’s eyes.
“No, I do!” You said quickly, before you shook your head. “I do. Really, it’s just me overthinking...and just...imagining worse case scenarios and...” you shrugged.
Axl was silent for a moment before he stood. You stared at your lap, wondering if you had offended him, before you felt his fingers weave through your hair. He pulled your head closer to him, to where your cheek was resting against the denim covering his hip and his fingers massaging your scalp.
“You and that pretty little head of yours...” he muttered affectionately. “C’mon, sweetheart, tell me what’s wrong. I get it, you know. Wasted plenty of years of my life just fucking overthinking things I didn’t need to.” You looked up at him and something in your expression suddenly made him pull you up by your elbows. He took your place on the stool before he brought you down on his lap and wrapped his arms around your waist. “Now,” he prompted. “I’m listening.”
You stared down at your hands in your lap.
“I saw the pictures.” You murmured.
“Pictures of...?” Axl asked.
“You with Lana.” You peeked up at him and watched confusion furrow his eyebrows before understanding took its place. There was a silence.
“Ah.” He finally said with a nod.
“There were...a lot of articles telling me about the state of my relationship this morning.” You chuckled feebly. “You know, a much better start to my day than Folgers or the weather forecast.” Axl was shaking his head.
“I hate them.” Axl said. “I hate all of it. The manipulation, the way they think they know every detail. And it still happens, even now, twisting it all however they want.”
“For the record, I didn’t think anything of it.” You reassured him, though you couldn’t help the way your voice sounded small. You wondered if Axl could hear the insecurity behind your words too.
You could feel Axl pat your hip, his hand resting against you.
“Someone introduced us. She’s a big fan, it was nice conversation. I liked some of her ideas, concepts she was telling me about songwriting. But that was it. We walked out at the same time and that was somehow the big story.” You nodded a little. You had known that, but even with the confirmation, you were left wondering why you still felt empty.
“I guess...it’s just harder for me.” You said out loud, trying to work out your thoughts. “I’m...nobody. And you’re you, and I knew that—it wasn’t what drew me to you, that’s not why I got into this—but this world knows you too and how amazing you are, and then, sometimes things like last night happen. And I trust you with all my heart, Axl, but someone like Lana Del Rey; she’s gorgeous. She’s talented, she’s acclaimed. I’m sure she would have been willing. Why wouldn’t you...”
Axl’s grip tightened around your hips now, making you stop your words.
“First of all, I never want to hear you say something like that again. Y/N, you’re not nothing. You’re nothing short of incredible. This world hardly ever says anything about how ‘amazing’ they consider me. Mainly, it’s just about how I’ve lost it.” You frowned a little. There was a change in his tone, switching from insistence to almost cynicism. “How I don’t sound the same anymore. How I don’t look the same. I’m washed up, I’m an egotistical perfectionist—the list goes on. But you…you’re beautiful, baby. I look at you and I can see the way everyone else looks at you, and it makes me I wonder how in the hell I get to have you. You make me proud. You make me feel like the things I see written about me aren’t true. Because you never make me feel like that.” You twisted in the position you were sitting to face him better.
“I’m a fucking mess,” you laughed breathlessly, fighting another onslaught of tears. Axl smiled, leaning up to kiss the corner of your mouth, a fleeting kiss, uncaring if his lips even met yours because any inch of your skin was a prize to be kissed.
“You’re not a mess. Baby, you’re a whirlwind. Your thoughts, the way you look at the world, all the things you’ve brought into mine...”
“Axl...” you stopped him, but only had an absence for any words to explain the relief you were feeling, the calm that filled you. You could only shake your head and reach your hands out to cradle his face in in them. He immediately leaned forward to press his lips to yours.
“I love you, Y/N.” He whispered, his eyes still shut as you pulled back, stunned. He blinked his eyes open, smiling again at you. “I love you, my pretty little angel.”
“I love you too, Ax. I always wanna make you proud.” You replied back, smiling against his lips as you kissed him again.
“You do. And you know what else?” He asked as he pulled back. “I’m pretty fucking hungry.” You laughed with your head falling back before you stood from his lap.
“Just gimme a second. I’ll be ready soon.” Axl paused by the door.
“Wear that blue sundress of yours, baby. The one with the slit up the leg.” There was a twinkle in his eye. “I want them all to see you on my arm today.”
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Senior Year - High School Joe Mazzello au (chapter 3)
A/N: this is part three of my story, I hope you enjoy it. And if if haven't yet, go check out my previous two parts before reading this one. Enjoy lovelies xxx P.S. also I reference a dress in this chapter, if you click on the underlined word ‘dress’ later on when you see it, you can see what the dress looks like :) Thank u for reading babes!
Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 , Chapter 3 , Chapter 4, more coming soon....
A month had flown by in the blink of an eye. Before I could realize, it was the 20th of September. I had grown close to all of my new friends. Lucy and I especially, were becoming the best of friends. Often after school we would go downtown and do some retail therapy to cope with our weekly tests in biology. I had never had a super girly friend before, but it was so nice to finally go shopping with someone who has the same tastes as me.
Joe and I had also been growing quite close over the past month. Often at lunch, everyone besides Joe and I were busy. Rami and Lucy would spend lunch in Rami’s car, kissing, and giggling, and just being a couple, and as for Gwilym, he was consumed with physics club on Mondays and Wednesdays and debate club on Tuesdays and Thursdays. So most of the time, it was just Joe and me. I didn't mind though, Joe was becoming one of my closest friends.
We had begun to hang out after school too. One day in English he asked if I wanted to go his favourite vintage story with him after class. Naturally, I said yes.
The two of us drove in Joe’s dark green two door jeep to a shop by the pier which was called “Retro Sound and Collectibles.” The shop mostly catered to music lovers, with its vide selection of vinyl records and cds, they even had concert memorabilia such as tee shirts, and even original set list’s from concerts that happened decades ago. But at the back of the store, there was a small assortment of apparel and home goods. While Joe browsed the records, I was busy sifting through a rack of 70′s apparel.
There was this creme coloured blouse with puffed sleeves, which I just had to have. I looked at the price to find that it was only $12! Seeing how amazingly priced the items were, I decided to continue looking through them. Good this I did because I found this long tan wool coat, and a dark teal blue jacket that was new (from the 70′s) with tags. Each item was a perfect fit, so I went to go find Joe in the music section to see him holding a record in his hand.
He was holding The Beatles’s, most colourful records, “Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band” in his hands. “Lex,” he said - he had begun calling me that lately, which I didn't mind at all - “You have got to check out the vinyls, they have just about everything here!”
I grinned, “I know! Just look at the tops I found!” The cashier, and owner, who was sitting behind the till had a wide smile on his face, “I’m glad you guys like my shop just as much as I do.”
We smiled at him, telling him what a great store it was, when he asked if I wanted to set my coats on the counter so I could have free hands to browse the records. I agreed and began rummaging through them as the soft sound of seventies rock played over the store speakers.
Joe ended up finding a copy of U2′s “The Joshua Tree” and I ended up finding a couple of Billy Joel records that I’ve been searching for.
The trip to the vintage shop was so much fun, that after checking out, Joe and I went to Dairy Queen for some fries and ice cream. After having a snack, Joe dropped me back off at school where my car was parked, and I smiled to myself as I waved him goodbye. Joe really was becoming one of my best friends.
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“Hey Joe,” I said as I sat down across from him, “How was your morning?”
Joe put his phone away into the pocket of his jeans, smiling at the sight of me, “It was pretty good. Kind of boring, but good.” He said, “How was yours? How was the history test?”
Joe had remembered me telling him about my history exam on the 1910′s, which made me smile inside knowing that my friends were truly putting in the effort when listening and getting to know me. “It was easier than I though it would be,” I begun, “That either means I studied very well, or not at all!” I laughed.
Joe chuckled, “Fair enough!”
We began talking, just about life and all, when we stumbled across the topic of birthdays. I had told him it was my little brothers birthday next Monday and I had no idea what to get him, when Joe revealed his own birthday was on the horizon. “When’s Matt's birthday?” he asked, remembering my brothers name, “Mine is the 21st.”
My eyes lit up, “Oh my gosh that's on Friday!” I said, “that's tomorrow!”
Joe nodded, “Yeah. The big old seventeen.”
I put my arm on the table, leaning my jaw into my hand. “Do you have any plans ?”
“I don't think so,” he began, “Well we have school during the day, so there's not too much that can be done. But on Saturday I was thinking about going up to San Francisco with my parents for the day.”
I nodded along as Joe was speaking, “We could hangout tomorrow night if you want?” I asked, adjusting my sandy hair.
Joe smiled, “Sure, that sounds like fun!”
I smiled, “Okay, I'll pick you up around seven then?”
“Sounds great,” he said, “I’ll text you my address.”
I smiled, “This is going to be so much fun!”
The bell rang, ending our lunch together. Joe packed up his bag, “I can't wait to see what you have planned for me.”
I winked, “I’ll have you know mr. mazzello, that I can be pretty darn fun!”
Joe chucked, “See you in English Alexis.”
“See ya!” I said, louder than I intended.
I was going out tomorrow night. Me and Joe Mazzello. Joe Mazzello and Me.
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I was brimming with excitement when I saw Lucy in biology. “Lucy! Its Joe’s birthday tomorrow!!!” I said, squealing.
Lucy’s eyes lit up, “That’s what Rami was saying at lunch today,” she begun, “Rami and I we're talking about throwing a surprise party for him tomorrow night!”
I smiled, “That’s perfect because I just asked Joe to hangout tomorrow night! I’m going to pick him up around seven and then we can come to the party!”
Lucy nodded, “I’ll tell Rami!”
Before the teacher came in, she quickly texted her boyfriend and confirmed the party was on for tomorrow night.
While we were doing a work sheet, Lucy filled me in that the party was going to be at Rami’s house. “We’re going to go to party city after school today to get some decorations. Want to come?”
I agreed, “Sure that sounds great Luce!”
I waited eagerly for the school day to be finished, that I nearly forgot to say goodbye to Joe after English. I needed to rush out of the school before Joe could walk me to my car like he had been doing, so he won't see Lucy, Rami, and I all running off together.
Lucy drove with Rami, obviously, and I followed them in my own car.
The grey and somehow glittery exterior of party city sat perched, overlooking the ocean in Pacific Beach. We were greeted by a cashier at the door who looked absolutely exhausted in his bright purple ‘party city’ shirt. We all said hello and then grabbed the nearest cart, as the three of us had major plans to fill it to the brim with all the necessary supplies.
It felt like a scene straight out of a movie. Rami, Lucy, and I were frolicking among the isles of Party City looking for the most perfect supplies for tomorrows festivities.
We couldn't decide on a theme, so we grabbed a little bit of everything. Rami grabbed a 30 pack of lei necklaces, as well as confetti cannons for something he liked to call ‘the grand entrance.’ I grabbed some Mardi Gras beads, and some hot pink streamers. Lucy on the other hand, had worked out an entire aesthetic for the party over in isle seven. While Rami and I had been goofing around, Lucy had been hard at work.
“I think these for the entree,” she said as she held up a stack of dark teal coloured plates. Rami snorted, “Entree? Its not a wedding Luce?”
Lucy rolled her eyes, playing along with the joke, “its what us professionals call ‘the pizza plates.’” That remark earned quite the laugh from Rami and I.
Anyways, joking aside, after finding another set of paper plates - these ones were white with a colourful confetti design - and a cheap box of plastic forks and knives, we scoured the store for balloons. We had debated going all out and buying 50 helium balloons, but after we found out that each balloon was a steep $7.99, we opted for three 20 packs of regular balloons. Rami said he would come back tomorrow after school to buy a couple of helium balloons for the photo op, when he went to go pick up the cake and pizza.
After checking out and splitting the bill three ways, we went over to the target across the street to get some chips and pop for the party. We got coke, root beer, and a couple bottled of club soda - “its for people to mix their drinks with,” said Rami, signalling that there would be alcohol at the party.
I had never been to a high school party before, nor had I gotten drunk before. I have drank before, with my mom and aunt at New Years, and felt a bit tipsy, but I had never drank with my peers - not that I exactly had the friends to do so with at my old school. I was nervous, I didn't know what to expect. But like any rational person, I pushed the feeling down and we continued shopping.
We got red solo cups and some party napkins - which we forgot to get at party city. We also stopped in the card section to get our cards for Joe. Lucy picked out a classy one, Rami a goofy one that played music. I told them to continue on while I continued to look at cards. It took me five minutes but I eventually found one with a little green dinosaur that said “have a dino-mite birthday.” It was simple, but I'm sure it would make Joe laugh. On the way to the party section where Rami and Lucy were, I stopped by the electronics section. I noticed that there was a heap of vinyl records. I looked through them, for myself at first, but when I saw Queen’s “A day at the Races” I knew I had to get it for Joe.
I met up with the others, and during checkout I also got a bag of sour patch kids for Joe too. This party was going to be epic, I am sure of it.
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It was Friday, not just any ordinary Friday, it was Joe's Birthday. I woke up, feeling excited to go to school - a feeling I've been experiencing quite regularly now a days.
For once in my life, I was thrilled to wake up at 6. Since it was getting darker as the days went on, the sun was not up yet as I threw myself out of bed.
I made my bed, washed my hair and styled it in loose beach curls, applied some light concealer under my eyes and some mascara on my curled lashes, and ate breakfast, all before 7:05. That is practically record speed for me. I threw my textbooks and lunch in my backpack, and then I got dressed in my queen band tee and a pair of straight blue jeans.
Mom came out of her room with groggy eyes, and her hair in a messy bun. “Someones cheery this morning,” she said as she made her coffee. Matt, who was over at the refrigerator putting a cheese stick in his lunch chimed in, “that's because its joey’s birthday today.”
“Oooooh,” she said as she winked at me. I laughed, rolling my eyes, “It is his birthday today. I told you were going out tonight right?” Mom’s jaw dropped dramatically, “You certainly did not Alexi’s Marie!”
I checked the time on my phone, 7:15 am, “I’ve gotta run, its always busy on Friday.” I said, sliding on my white vans, “I'll tell you all the details tonight when I get home!”
Matt slid on his sneakers and mom planted kisses on both of our foreheads, “Have a good day lovelys!” “See ya mom!” I said, closing the door behind Matt.
As soon as I dropped Matt off at school, I flipped on apple car play and listed to my playlist called ‘favs.’ I sang along to Meat Loaf’s “Paradise By the Dashboard Light” as I merged back onto the freeway. I remember every little thing, As if it happened only yesterday. I brushed back the true meaning of the lyrics as I continued to hum along, laughing at the chorus, and the strange looks from the other drivers as I preformed a one woman show to the invisible passengers in my car.
After singing along to other songs from the 60′s and 70′s, I pulled into school right as the hour changed to 8. I found a parking spot near where Rami had parked his red car, and as soon as I put the car in park I hopped out to go meet my friends.
I texted Lucy and Rami that I was at school, and got a text back saying that they were in the cafeteria. As I strided into the school I admired the heavenly orange sunny sky, preparing me for the amazing day ahead.
Rami and Lucy were sitting peacefully in the cafeteria laughing about something silly when they saw Alexis approach. “Morning Lexi,” Lucy grinned, calling me over. “Hiii Luce, Hey Rami,” I said in reply. Rami smiled, “Morning, you sure are excited today,” he laughed. I twirled on the spot, “I guess I'm just really looking forward to tonight!”
We talked about the party until the bell rang. Mostly we were just clearing up the final plan. At seven, I was to pick up Joe at his house and then take him on a drive to his favourite 60′s themed diner in La Jolla for fries. After dining for about half an hour, I am to usher Joe back into the car and drive to Rami’s house. I am hoping that if I play queen music loud enough he will be too distracted to know where we are headed. Then around 8:15, I'll text Rami when I arrive, and lead Joe to the front door, where when we walk in, everyone will yell surprise as the birthday boy walks in.
“Wait,” I said stopping Lucy before she could leave the cafeteria, “What should I wear tonight?” Lucy showed me a photo of a floral dress she was planning on wearing while saying, “Wear something nice but also causal. Maybe a dress, you're got the legs for it girl!” I laughed, Rami rolled his eyes, “Thanks Luce! See you both at lunch.”
School was amazing. Class was amazing. Just everything was absolutely amazing today. For starters, I got my history test back, 91%!! Turns out I did a very good job indeed! And during study block, since I had no homework, I wandered over to Starbucks to get a pink drink and a birthday donut for Joe. At lunch, all of us (Rami, Lucy, Gwil, and I) wished Joe a happy birthday and sang to him while I gave him the pink frosted donut that I had gotten.
We laughed as Joe told us stories of his childhood birthday parties. I particularly liked the one story he told about his younger brother, John, who was five or six at the time, throwing a fit because it was Joe’s birthday and not his. Joe did an impression of his younger brother, “Joeyyyy its not fair!” he said, pumping his fists in the air and stomping his feet under the table, “I want it to be my birthday!” he huffed. We all were laughing, that we practically didn't hear the bell ring.
We headed off to out separate classes and continued the day as normal. Bio was boring - per usual, but time passed quick as Lucy and I talked about the details of the party. “So who’s all coming tonight?” I asked, when the girl behind us, Amanda, with a short brown bob asked, “Ooh is there a party tonight?”
Lucy swivelled in her seat, “Its Joe’s birthday. We're having a party for him at Rami’s tonight. Bring some drinks and feel free to drop by,” she said.
“Sounds great!” Amanda said, “See you gals tonight!”
“I guess that answers my question Luce,” I giggled, “But for numbers, what are we thinking?”
Lucy tilted her head, doing a bit of mental math, “Its hard to say, there could be anywhere from 50 to 70 people, maybe even more.”
When Lucy told me the numbers, by jaw just about dropped. That is way bigger than I expected the party to be. “Are Rami’s parents okay with this?” I asked, not wanting to get in trouble. Lucy patted my shoulder, “Rami’s parents are away in New York for business right now. So they won't exactly be here to see it. But don't worry, Rami told them he was going to have some friends over and they were okay with that,” she paused, “he just didn't say how many!”
I nodded, “Sounds good.”
“It usually doesn't get too crowded in the house, people usually spread out on the beach and hangout in the back yard,” she said, reassuring me.
After bio, Joe and I chatted and caught up during English as we worked on our nature poems. “So what do we have up for tonight?” he asked me, giving me some serious side eye. I shook my head, “tsk tsk tsk. Mr. Mazzello, I’m afraid I can't tell you that.”
Joe groaned. “This is the one down side of birthdays. People are so damn secretive,” he chucked.
I laughed, at his joke, “Well, there is one think I can tell you,” I said, teasing him.
Joe’s eyes lit up, “Go on.”
“Well, the place or places we are going tonight require a particular dress code,” I said.
“Yesss?” he asked.
“Wear something nice, but with a bit of a formal flare,” I said.
Joe shook his head chuckling, “Thanks for the hint.”
After class, I said goodbye to Joe and told him that I would pick him up at his house at seven.
Later...
By the time mom got home, I was already busy getting ready for tonights festivities. I had applied a bit more makeup - around my eyes, I had added a gold shimmery eyeshadow, and a fresh coat of mascara. My hair was still looking good from earlier so now all there was left to do was to get changed and have something to eat.
As I was closing the tube of my mascara there was a light knock on the frame of my door. “Knock knock,” mom said, “Can we have a chat about tonight honey?” I nodded, “Sure. What do you want to know?”
Mom sat down on my bed, crossing her legs, and letting her ams relax in her lap. “What exactly are your plans for tonight Alexis?” she said, after taking a deep breath.
I sat down across form her in my desk chair and told her about the diner and then the party at Rami’s.
“There will be alcohol at that party tonight Alexis,” mom begun. “You are a very responsible girl, but I just want you to know that alcohol can have some serious effects on your body.”
Although I had learnt about safe drinking back in middle school health class, I let mom explain it to me in her way so she could have a peaceful mind about her daughter frolicking throughout the night with her friends.
“When you are under the influence of alcohol, you don't operate as you normally would.” She paused before continuing, “You may take risks that ordinary you would not feel safe or comfortable doing.”
I nodded, “I’ll take care of myself mom. Don't worry.”
“If you do drink tonight, and want to come home, give me a call and I’ll come and get you. Even if its at two in the morning, I will still come and get you. Just please don't drink and drive and especially don't get behind the wheel with someone who has been drinking,” she said simply.
“Yes mom. I promise I won't take any risks tonight,” I said.
“Well,” she paused, “That's all. Now you keep getting ready for your date with Joseph!”
I shook my head, chuckling, “I told you, its not a date mom.”
She smiled before planting a kiss on my forehead, “have some macaroni before you go, it will fuel you all night.”
After eating some macaroni salad my mom made, I brushed my teeth, combed my hair, and went to my closet to pick out an outfit for tonight. I recalled Lucy saying how great a dress would look on me, so naturally, I grabbed a burnt orange sun dress and threw it on. The dress fell just right above my knees, and would look perfect at the diner. I wasn't sure if I was interested in wearing a dress all night though, so I decided to pack along a white short sleeved blouse with puffed sleeves, and a pair of light blue jean shorts in a spare tote bag. Something told me to bring a change of underwear and a bra too, so I went with my gut and threw in my matching creme set. It was still very warm in San Diego, so I could easily get away with wearing summer apparel.
I decided to wear my trusty white slip on vans, and I also decided to bring my forest green hoodie that reads “San Diego” on the front in blocky white letters.
I kissed mom goodbye and took a couple of beer and a bottle of vodka from the garage refrigerator, and stuffed them under neath my clothes in my tote bag. I was nervous, but I was also very excited for the night ahead of me.
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"Baby, we're going to have our own family!"
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"H, are you sure you want to go to the doctors with me?", you asked your husband for the third time in the last 30 minutes.
"Baby stop doing that!", furrowing his eyebrows as he looks at you accusingly - talking about how you're asking him that question again and about your food as you toy it around your plate using your fork.
Earlier after he woke up, Harry made sure that your day starts off as great as possible. He's so giddy. He knows that this day is going to be wonderful. He can just feel it - and so he made sure to wake you up with his kisses and a huge variety of healthy breakfast.
By "huge variety of healthy breakfast", that meant different slices of fresh fruits and organic vegetables, whole-wheat bread, cereals, yogurt, scrambled eggs, bacon (your absolute favorite and he cannot forget to add that), freshly squeezed orange juice, fresh cow milk, and mixed nuts.
He really went all the way with your meal and you're really thankful for that. 2 months ago, you would think that the two of you can't finish all of this food in just one sitting but how wrong could you be? Harry ate a lot but you're kind of having almost the same portion as him, not that he minds, he wants to keep you as healthy as possible for the baby on the way even though you told him that you're not certain about it just yet.
He made sure to talk to the hotel's head chef just to prepare your breakfast and strictly said "just the best and freshest once for my wife and make sure not to add any preservatives, just all-natural", and that's how you got here.
He even insisted on not ordering a coffee for you. You LOVE your morning coffee but H said that it's not good for your heart - which is true. You think he's being kind of dramatic and overprotective but you like it a lot.
It seems like everything he does is way too great; hormones. But it's not like you're gonna admit it to him anyway, it'll boost his ego more, your husband is narcissistic.
"Babe, babeeee, baby??!", you came back into reality. You didn't even notice that Harry has been snapping his fingers in front of your eyes.
"Sorry, just got ca-"
"Too caught up in my handsome looks, huh?", your husband winks at you, he always teases you!
You just rolled your eyes at his antics, "course not!", you said defensively. "Was just thinking! Plus, I wasn't even staring at you!"
"Yeah sure lovie. What's on that pretty little head of yours, hmm?", he leaned his elbows on the table and put his head on his hand.
"Just thinking 'bout how you took my morning coffee away and thinking 'bout what my lunch's gonna be."
"Stop bein' grumpy", he just chuckled at your answer, knowing your sarcasm really well, "just finish your breakfast so we can leave. Already called the clinic for our appointment. It's at 10 a.m., I don't wanna be late.", he just continued eating his part but you're the exact opposite - you froze.
"You what?"
"What? Said finish your food... and that I booked our appointment...?", he asked uncertainty. He's really confused right now and you are too! You're not even sure why you're confused, you just are. Maybe over the fact that H is so excited about this and you might not even be pregnant.
Of course, you're happy with how he's acting. You're just worried that this might just be a false alarm and it will crush him so much.
"Why did you?", you looked down at your plate then quickly stuffing your mouth with the rest of your food while Harry answered.
"Just wanna be the best dad and husband you could ever ask for", he sounds sad, he really thought that you would be happy, you already talked about going to the doctors last night anyways!
"Okay.", you shortly replied and stood up to your seat rounding the table. Harry felt his chest tightening - too much - he thought, until he felt your arms around his neck from behind and tucking your face on his neck. He quickly interlaced your fingers with his.
"I love you", you quietly whispered to his right ear. "You don't know how much this means to me, you're already the best, gunna be the best dad.", you pressed a kiss on his neck. "I just don't want you to get hurt if I'm not pregnant.", your voice seemed to get quieter with each word.
Harry just stood up from his seat and faced you, "whatever happens, we're going to be okay, alright? If we're not pregnant then it's fine, I'm not going to lie and say that I won't be affected by it because I know I will be, but let's always keep in mind that God already has better plans for us, okay?", he leaned in to kiss your forehead.
You just squeezed your face in his shirt, "I'm scared of another heartbreak. I really want this with you.", you said and Harry felt his shirt getting damp.
"Nothing's going to change. I'll still love you more than ever and will always be here to take care of you", he's now whispering while wiping your tears. Everything about this is so intimate. "I love you too, so much Y/N", with that, more tears fall as you kissed him like your life depends on it.
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"Patient 104, the doctor is ready to see you.", you heard the nurse called your number.
With shaking limbs, you managed to stand up and walk to the doctor's office while Harry assisted you.
"Mister and missus Styles! It's so nice to meet you in person! I'm Doctor Amelia Welsh, just Doc Amy", your doctor looks friendly and it eased you a bit.
"Harry", your husband shook the doctor's hand then slowly turned to you, "and this is my wife, Y/N.", you smiled as you shook her hand.
"Such a lovely couple! Anyway, you called last night, right Harry?", Doctor Amy asked as she sat on her spinning chair while you and Harry take a seat on the opposite side of her table.
"I did, yes. We wanted to have a check-up on my wife", your husband did all the talking, you know he can sense your nervousness.
You're eyes slowly observed the clinic. It almost looked identical to yours, with the office table on the middle and a medical bed on the far left side of the office and a rack full of different medical supplies, the only difference is that your clinic has so many baby pictures and toys for your patients to play around with.
"Okay, so what seems to be the problem? I already got a hold of your medical records, Mrs. Styles, or should I call you Doctor Styles too?", Doctor Amy joked and it made you chuckle a bit.
"I'm a patient right now so I'll just stick with Mrs. Styles", you felt Harry squeezed your hand that he's holding and you smiled to yourself. He always loves it when you claim your self as "Mrs. Styles". He said it makes him all warm and fuzzy and makes him just wanna love on you all day, every day.
"Why don't you tell me what's wrong."
"Ummm okay, so I've been eating a lot - more than usual, it can be because of stress since I'm a stress - eater...", you took a deep breath and look at Harry then back at her, "also I've been feeling nauseated and often having sickness, but in the afternoon not morning so I thought it might be my eyesight."
"Hmm okay please continue", the Doctor continues jotting down on her note pad at a fast pace, you understand it tho, you do the same stuff every day.
"I'm more often bloated than not but this one's different, my abdomen looks bigger than usual..."
"When was the last time you had your period? I know your period is irregular but I still need to know", the doctor pulled her glasses down on the bridge of her nose.
"I think it was November...", you're really not sure, you gave up on tracking your period when it downed to you that your period is never gonna be regular at all.
"Last time you had sexual intercourse?", your face feels hot but you know that these kind of questions are relevant, on your side you can see Harry's ears become reddish.
As if your husband can sense that you're not going to answer that question, he stepped up even though he's shy about it, "last night."
It's not that the two of you are embarrassed about your sex life, it's the opposite actually, you just want to keep it private.
Doctor Welsh just smiled at both of your embarrassment, "well how long had you been feeling this? Did you took a pregnancy test?", she looked back down and continued scribbling.
"Just this January, I never really paid much attention, and I did, a couple of weeks ago, 12 positives and 3 negatives."
"Okay well, why don't we take a look? You can change into this gown and lay in there", she said giving you the gown and pointing at the bed on her clinic, "I'll be back in a few."
You looked at Harry and as if he can hear the voices inside your head, he pulled you into him and kissed your cheek, "we'll be alright", he smiled at you but you can tell that he's really nervous too.
You both are, this is the break it or make it time of your lives. You're not sure if you're ready for it but you shook your thoughts out of your mind and changed into the gown and went to the bed, Harry hot on your heels, quickly took a seat beside the bed and held your right hand.
"I love you", he whispered, he thinks he's as nervous as the first time he auditioned on the X-Factor, when he asked you to become his girlfriend, or when he asked you to become his wife, all combined.
"I love you too", you kissed his knuckles as he smiled at you.
It didn't take long for the doctor to come back.
"Ready?", she asked and you nodded. She set the machine up and made sure you're comfortable before putting the gel on your tummy.
Nobody dared to make a sound and you never dare to look anywhere besides Harry's eyes as he presses his lips on your palm.
"Okay...", you hear the doctor mumbled that made you whip your head up to her.
You looked at the monitor and saw it, there's a heartbeat. You knew what exactly it was but your husband doesn't since he never accompanied someone to an ultrasound appointment before.
And then the silent room heard it, the heartbeat.
"Wa- was that...", Harry slowly looked at you with red eyes.
"Yes", you whispered while nodding your head.
This is it.
"Oh wait", the doctor said suddenly, you froze, this can't be happening! There's nothing wrong with anything! Everything is fine!
You never dared to look at the monitor and Harry too, much too scared of hearing the next words that will come out of the doctor's mouth.
You're finally pregnant and you're going to love your child with everything you have and you just hope there's nothing wrong with your baby.
"What was it?", Harry asked in a croaked voice, still not looking up.
"Well, I'm seeing... not one, but two heartbeats!"
Both of your heads snapped back at the monitor and there you see it! From a different angle are two little heartbeats, two blips, two fetuses, two babies in the future!
You almost felt your heart stop from so much happiness!
"Congrats you're having twins! You're about 8 weeks pregnant!", Doctor Amy rejoiced but you still cannot move, neither can Harry until...
"I- oh my God! Is this real?! Is this really happening?! Oh God Oh God Oh God!", Harry jumped from his seat covering his face with his hands.
"Baby, we're going to have our own family!", H crouched down next to your bed while slowly kissing your nose and that's when it finally sunk in! You're pregnant! And with twins! This is more than you could ever ask for!
You're nodding your head repeatedly with tears running to your cheeks rapidly while Harry tried to catch everything.
"Happy, I'm so so happy, H."
"Me too my love, me too... twins?! I- thank you so much baby, you're so wonderful to me and I-", you didn't let him finish talking as you kissed him, not caring if the doctor is still in the room.
After you pulled away, you only smiled at him and pecked his lips once again. Harry helped you clean up the gel on your tummy and go back to your seat earlier, the doctor is already there typing on her computer.
"Congratulations again! Twins are hefty but I'm sure you can both handle it!", you thanked her and proceeded to talk about the pregnancy.
"I'm assuming you already know what to expect, what to do, and not to do, and what to eat mostly, yes? Hopefully, you didn't consume any alcoholic drinks during the last at least 10 weeks and no birth control at all", Amy asked.
"We do know, yes. And no, I didn't drink, and no, none at all.", you're smiling so big, mirroring H.
"Well then, there's really not much to discuss other than your next ultrasound. You two would be great parents! Do you have any questions?"
"Not for now, I think...", and Harry agrees with you.
"If you do then don't think twice of calling me. I'll print the pictures and have my assistant help you with the next appointment if you need to be transferred to another country then let her know, I'll have her recommend you on my pals", the doctor smiled and almost left the room but...
"Can you make it 5 copies?", H asked suddenly.
The doctor looked back and laughed, "of course, you'll just gonna need to pay extra on your way out", she replied.
"That's won't be a problem, just make it 5 please!", Harry looks and sounds like a child asking for another cookie.
"It's settled!", with that, the doctor finally left the room.
The silence is really comfortable as you change back into your normal clothes.
"H, why 5 copies? We don't need that much!", you laughed as you slowly approached your husband to leave the room.
He only smiled and simply answered, "one for you, one for me, one for your parents, one for mines, then one for their album - I'm getting it enlarged and framed."
You just melted as his answer so you just hugged him tight, “I’m having your baby, and it is your business”, you joked and he laughed, exchanging "I love you's".
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You're back at the car now, looking at the ultrasound pictures. You can see on your peripheral vision how big Harry is grinning.
He faced you and lifted up your shirt, the car still in the parking lot of the hospital. Thank God you managed to be discreet as possible, not seeing any paps insight.
"Hello bundles!", he greeted your tummy with a kiss.
"See, I know you're both there, daddy can sense it. Can't wait to hold you both and protect you from the world", he looked up at you. "Please don't give mummy a hard time, especially now that there's two of you and daddy's gonna be away a lot, but I promise to be there while you two bake in there as much as possible!", he kissed your tummy once more and pulled down your shirt.
You can't help but grin at him, "bundles? And bake?", you asked your husband while laughing, your shoulders shaking from how many laughs you're producing.
"Bundles, they're two, that's what you call it baby! Like the buy one take one thing on the store, bundles! And bake cause they're a bun in the oven, your tummy's the oven and they're the buns! Bundle buns!", he looks so excited while explaining his shenanigans to you.
You face palmed yourself but can't help but to fall in love with him more, if that's possible.
"Know what baby? Let's just get lunch, yeah?", he only nod but he didn't find your response offensive.
You secretly loved his terms "bundles" and "bake", it makes your heart warm.
"What're you all craving, tell daddy!", you slapped his arms at his double meaning!
You answered either way, "we want pasta, daddy!", then winked at him.
"If pasta is what my babies want then pasta is what we'll get!", his hands found your lap to hold your hand but yours isn't there.
He then looked at you holding your tummy with a fond smile on your face and he joined your hands with his, both of you caressing your babies.
"32 weeks baby, 32 weeks.", you said to H and he smiled at you, looking back on the road.
"I'm already thinking of getting us a customized Gucci family clothes for when they arrive!", H cheekily said to you but you know he's not kidding so you just agreed along with him.
You know you're gonna love this pregnancy already. Not only you got one, but two babies! You're more blessed than ever! Plus, you're sure that Harry's going to be giving you everything you crave for! Midnight ice cream sessions, here we come!
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If requests are open.. Suga x reader -3rd year student- where friends to pining where reader is a exchange student mid year -parent’s job- and reader is new to the school, can barely communicate Japanese and is too shy to meet new people.. reader is welcomed as a co-manager for vb club and all the other boys adopt her has their sister. She tutors them in their English lesson too.. also how would Suga help her open up from her shyness..
request: sugawara x fem! reader who is a shy exchange student!
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✩ one-shot ✩ for sugawara bb
❧ fem reader
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a/n: FINALLY GOT THIS BBY DONE, ty for being patient requester <3 i hope its ok, lmk if u would like smth different!
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A pencil dangled between two of your fingers, gently swinging back and forth as you tapped the eraser’s tip against your chin in thought. Looking over Hinata’s shoulder at the worksheet laying on the table, you extended your hand and made a neat scrawl on the page. “That’s good translating, Hinata! However,” you dragged your pencil across the surface, marking a line and arrow to point at a space near the beginning of his sentence, “keep in mind that although gerunds look like verbs, they act as nouns. So, this word should go here.”
Yachi, who was seated to your right, nodded in agreement. “I looked through his notes doodles, and it looked like they were going over gerunds in class!”
With narrowed eyes, Hinata scanned the page, muttering the sentence underneath his breath. Suddenly, his hazel eyes lit up in understanding and his lips morphed into a round “O.” “Ohhhh, that make a lot more sense! Thanks, (y/n), you’re a big help, especially in English! Also, look, guys!”
He rummaged through his cluttered backpack and fished out a slightly wrinkled sheet of paper with a red “14/50” marked on the top right corner. Holding it up proudly, he declared, “I got a better score than last time! By nine points!”
“That’s still an F,” Tsukishima pointed out, eyes glued to the pages of the book he was reading. Yamaguchi and Kageyama tried to stifle their snickers.
“Y-You’re not even looking!” Hinata defended. The ginger was met with a shrug. “I don’t need to see the score to know you failed.”
Before any fighting could break out, however, the door swung open, revealing the remaining third-years. Bags of snacks in their arms, the four of them stepped in. “We’re back! Your parent/guardian let us in, (y/n),” Sugawara announced, setting his bag down on the table. The rest followed suit and set the goodies down. Rummaging through one of the bags, Daichi pulled out a meat bun.
“Hinata, here’s your meat bun,” he said, handing the snack to the excited first-year, who had long-forgotten Tsukishima’s snide remark about his lack of intellectual aptitude. Kiyoko offered Kageyama his milk, the slight brush of their hands being enough to stir Noya and Tanaka into an envious craze. Asahi tried to settle them down, nervously reminding them that they needed to act respectful in your home, especially after your family had agreed to let you all study there. You stifled a giggle as Sugawara and Daichi joined in, scolding their underclassmen for their poor behavior and threatening them with a time-out.
With an exasperated sigh, Sugawara took a seat next to you on the mat. “Ah, I can’t help but worry about how Ennoshita’s going to handle both of them on his own.”
Giving a sidelong glance to the second-year, who was now forcing Noya and Tanaka to complete timed practice problems, your lips formed a small smile. “Looks like he does a pretty good job at it, though.”
Sugawara let out an amused huff. “Guess I’m worried over nothing. Oh, also,” he dug into the plastic bag in front of him, taking out your favorite snack and offering it to you. “Here you go.”
(can u tell from my stories yet that fav snacks aka actions are my love language--)
“Oh, thank you, Suga, I didn’t even ask for this…” you flashed him a grateful smile and took the package from his hands, suppressing the blush that threatened to overcome your cheeks as your fingertips brushed. He gave a sheepish smile and glanced to the side in response, giving the back of his neck an anxious rub.
“Ah, it’s the least I could do to thank you for letting us all come over to study. It’s really helpful. I appreciate it, (y/n).”
“It’s not much, really. I’m more than glad to help you all (read: Hinata, Kageyama, Tanaka, and Noya) out with English and offer my place. Having everyone together makes it easier. They need to pass these exams so you all get to play.”
Your offer to help the team with their studies may have seemed a simple gesture as both their friend and co-manager. On the inside, however, you really were more than happy to have everyone over for whatever reason. It left you with a feeling of awe. The last thing you would’ve expected 3 months ago was to be sitting in your new home in Japan, surrounded by a group of people who accepted you despite your poor Japanese and late appearance to Karasuno. Just 4 months ago, after you learned about your parent/guardian’s job transfer to Japan, you were left feeling an array of mixed feelings:
Anxiety – a whole new country? With a language you could barely even speak or understand? How was that going to work? Could you even make friends at school? God knows how long it took you to make the friends you have now.
Disappointment – you were looking forward to graduating high school with the friends you’ve made throughout the past few years. Having to say goodbye would be difficult, and you’d miss them.
Yet, you felt a sliver of hopefulness – new experiences were waiting for you. You had the opportunity to lead a new life in a foreign place. It filled you both with fear and exhilaration.
On the night before your first day at Karasuno, you could barely sleep after spending hours religiously practicing how to introduce yourself in Japanese. Having to introduce yourself to the class and speaking with your new classmates was inevitable, after all. And so the next day, you found yourself standing in front of the classroom, trying to suppress the nervous shudder that threatened to rack your body and ignore the prickles of sweat on your palms. Despite how much you mentally recited your introduction that morning, your current situation left your mind blank, unable to conjure any words. Fueled by the awkward silence, the numerous gazes focused on you, and the growing pit of anxiety in your stomach, what came out was a quiet, jumbled form of what you intended to say.
“Hello, (y/n) (l/n). I’m (insert your original country name here). I can’t Japanese, but I hope friends. Everyone, nice to meet,” you bowed, both in respect and so that you could hide your face, which was red from embarrassment. You knew you messed up, but you pretended otherwise, hoping that nobody would point out your mistake.
You straightened up after a few moments of silence, registering the confused looks of your new classmates and feeling another stab of shame. In response to your introduction, the teacher raised her eyebrows and blinked in confusion. Then her eyes warmed, and she offered you a smile as she spoke up. “Class, this is (l/n) (y/n). She recently moved here from (insert OG country here). She’s still learning Japanese; however, her English is perfect, so I’m sure you can all learn something from each other. Please make her feel welcome. Your seat is over there, (l/n).”
Shoulders sagging, you made your way to your desk, avoiding eye contact despite the pairs of eyes that followed you to your seat. Focusing on the lecture was a struggle. Not only could you barely understand anything the teacher was saying; worries about how the rest of the day would go also flooded your mind. This was only the morning; how could you navigate your way through the halls? Ask for directions? Would you meet people? Where would you eat lunch? How could you survive?
The remainder of the classes went by gruesomely slow. Too embarrassed from your slip this morning and too shy to meet new people despite wanting to make a friend, you successfully dodged conversation with any of your classmates. You were relieved that finally lunch came by, yet that presented another problem. You weren’t sure where to go, but you were sure that you were going to eat by yourself.
After a few minutes of walking around the hallways, you settled for eating lunch in the classroom. At least it meant you didn’t have to rush to class after the bell rang. Taking a seat, you pulled out your boxed lunch and set it out in front of you. Painfully aware of how alone you must have looked, you pretended to look really interested in your meal (am i the only one or--). You poked it, broke it into pieces, then brought each sliver to your mouth and chewed slowly. If only your family had switched your phone plans earlier, then you could at least spend time scrolling the internet or lament to your friends back home about how your day was going.
Still “engrossed” in your meal, you failed to notice a figure standing in front of your desk. Only after you saw a hand situate itself on the edge of your desk did you look up.
You met the chestnut eyes of a boy. He bore a warm smile that made a small crinkle in his eyes and beauty mark. Strands of grey hair draped naturally in front of his eyes and framed the sides of his face. Despite your unease, his soft features helped to calm your racing heart and mind. He seemed a friendly person; after all, he was able to approach you.
“Hey, you’re (l/n), right? I’m Sugawara Koushi, but you can call me Suga. I’m in your class,” he introduced in pretty darn good English.
‘Man, that means he heard me this morning…’ you thought miserably. Yet, you couldn’t help but feel some relief. Perhaps you hadn’t given others or yourself much of a chance before jumping to the conclusion that you were incapable of meeting new people.
Clearing your throat, you shyly extended a hand to him in greeting. “Yes, I’m (y/n) (l/n). Call me (y/n). It’s nice to meet you, Suga,” you replied hesitantly, finally using the correct words in Japanese that you had been practicing the previous night.
Shaking your hand, his eyes widened in pleasant surprise. “Your Japanese sounds pretty good! You just moved, so you’re still learning, right? How about I help you improve that while you help me with English?”
You were about to nod eagerly in appreciation when you both overheard some snickering across the room. Two boys and a girl sat together, whispering quite loudly and sneaking oh-so-inconspicuous glances over at your desk. Taking notice that they were caught staring, they presumed to loudly munch on their meals and talk about the weather.
Suga only shot them annoyed glare and shook his head before turning his attention back to you. “Sorry, those are my… Friends.” The strain in his voice after saying that last word made you question if they really were on friendly terms.
After that day, you found yourself spending every lunch period with Suga and his other third-year friends Daichi, Asahi, and Shimizu. You initially felt unsure of how to talk to them, but after Sugawara’s efforts to include you in his circle and some reassuring words about being yourself and not letting a small, temporary language barrier hold you back from making friends, you earned a bit of confidence. While you spoke a hybrid of English and Japanese with them, you eventually managed to pick up a lot of Japanese from talking everyday, and after these few months of constant exposure, you were able to hold decent conversations. Additionally, the extra help you sought from the teaching staff allowed you to be able to keep up in class, and your instructors were understanding enough to give you some leniency on your assignments during this adjustment period.
Hanging around your new friends often, it was only a matter of time before you were introduced to the rest of Karasuno’s boys’ volleyball team. It occurred one lunch period three weeks after you first arrived, when Asahi suggested that you join some club activities. You were discouraged, however, considering that it was already halfway through the year, you didn’t know enough Japanese yet to converse with just anyone, and you were a tad shy, which made joining clubs a bit difficult. At that moment, your new friends all made eye contact with each other, then looked at you.
“Why not join our volleyball club?” Suga asked. “Shimizu could always use the help. She’s our only student manager.”
Shimizu nodded in agreement, her blue gaze soft. “Your help would be really appreciated. There’s a lot to this job, so having someone to split the work with would be relieving. You can also help me look for someone to take my place when we graduate.”
Later that day you found yourself in the gym being blocked by Sugawara, who was protecting you from two crazed boys whose collars were held back by Daichi. A ginger-haired boy looked at you with curiosity, excitedly introducing himself as Hinata and pointing out the names of the other members on the court (“This is ‘Bakageyama’ and that guy’s ‘Four-eyed Jerk Face’—").
Upon their release (which was granted only after they promised to behave), Tanaka and Noya dashed over to you, tears in their eyes as they held your hands and expressed their gratitude for your presence. “Oh, (y/n), you kind soul, helping Shimizu with the managerial work. Better yet, now we have two cute girls to support us, this is amazing!”
And that’s how you found yourself sitting with your new friends in your living room and feeling grateful for their vibrant personalities, kindness, and acceptance. You couldn’t have asked for a better batch of friends to end your year with. Though, you were most grateful to Sugawara. If not for him, the last several months of your highschool experience may have gone by miserably, with nothing special to note and no new friends to celebrate with. His gentle, understanding nature had done nothing but support you and make you feel welcome. He helped introduce you to a new, comfortable life you had trouble imagining before your arrival to Japan. He dispelled your doubts and fears, instilling in you a newfound confidence in your abilities. It certainly helped that the team was just as supportive and patient with you.
You could recount the events of the past few months that brought warmth to your heart. These people were growing on you, making you feel like you could be yourself more each day. Daichi provided you a sense of security and leadership. Asahi was empathetic, quick to detect your feelings of uneasiness and asking you if you were okay. Shimizu made sure to make you feel welcome as a friend and fellow manager, even inviting you to a café over the weekend to brainstorm ideas on recruiting a replacement (who you both later discovered to be Yachi) and try out some desserts. Tanaka and Noya tried to teach you all the Japanese curse words they knew, initially lying to you about their meanings so they could see the rest of the team’s reactions when you would blurt things out in the middle of practice (Let’s just say that Daichi, Suga, Ennoshita, and Tsukki knew whose fault this was, and Asahi was real shook hearing a string of curse words from your mouth while you sat there, no ill intent emanating from you whatsoever). Ennoshita gave you a comforting, easygoing presence. Tsukki was… Tsukki (LOL). But he could carry on a conversation, often genuinely interested whenever you talked about the culture back in (other country). And you knew he was soft. Hinata was a burst of energy, and you found his bickering with Tsukishima and Kageyama silly and quite precious. You often stayed with Yachi to toss balls to Kageyama late at night, much to his appreciation. Yachi and Yamaguchi were some of the biggest sweethearts on the team, and all you could think about was needing to protect them.
There was definitely something different in your interactions with Sugawara, though. You found yourself closest to him out of everyone. It may have been because he was the first you talked to, or maybe it was because he was one of the most easygoing people you’ve ever met. That, and you found yourself wanting to get closer to him. You wanted to know more about him.
Sugawara chuckled in response. “I suppose you’re right. We wouldn’t have made it this far without everyone,” he said softly, a tinge of fondness showing in his brown eyes. He proceeded to take out his schoolwork and pen, resting his chin in his palm as he read the words across the page of his assignment. Occasionally, you glanced over at him, admiring the way his eyebrows knit together in concentration, and how his hair brushed his cheeks whenever his head shifted in its position. How the grey tips of lashes kissed his bottom eyelids with each flutter of his chocolate hues. You even took a mental note that his lips, currently pursed in thought, were rather smooth and full in appearance.
A rogue thought about how those lips would feel against your own flitted across your mind. It brought a small pang to your chest, and you had to mentally slap yourself back into reality. You noticed these new feelings were starting to become more prevalent the longer you hung around Sugawara. You consulted your friends back home about it, and in their excitement, they insisted you had a crush on this guy (and demanded photos). Heart palpitations, heat-flooded cheeks, covert glances, and a desire for closeness in all aspects possible? All symptoms of infatuation, your personal love doctors concluded. You recalled when these signs first appeared about a month ago, after he offered to walk you home when practice had gone late into the night. Initially you declined, not wanting him to go out of his way when it was already dark outside. However, after seeing the soft look in his eyes as he declared he wanted to ensure you got home safely and that he didn’t mind the walk, your heart couldn’t help but give in and agree.
It was a tranquil night, accompanied only by the sound of crickets chirping and a cool, whispy breeze. About 15 minutes after having left campus, you were both seated on an aged bench at a small park, snacking on recent convenience store purchases to satisfy your growling stomachs. A comfortable silence settled in the air. The nightly surroundings were illuminated by the gentle glow of several nearby lampposts and stars that burned lightyears away.
Your gaze followed the tracks of a small bug crawling across the sidewalk in front of your feet. It skittered soundlessly against the pavement, eventually disappearing in the security of a bush. A gentle sigh took hold of your attention, and your eyes flickered over to your friend, who was peering up at the star-dusted evening sky.
“Do you know what you’re doing after graduation?” he asked, a hint of wonder in his voice.
You shook your head. “No clue, to be honest. You?”
He pursed his lips and took a sidelong glance at you before focusing back upwards. “Well, I’ve always wanted to be a teacher…”
“Seems fitting. Your Japanese lessons have been really helpful,” you pointed out, smiling.
The tips of his lips curved upwards as well. “Really? I’m glad. You’ve improved a lot, too. You’re a quick learner.”
“Heh, well I couldn’t have done it without you.”
Another comfortable silence fell upon you two before he spoke again. “I was thinking about how to keep in touch with everyone after we left, and how it’s a shame we’re leaving so soon after you arrived. I would’ve liked to know you better, too, but there’s only a few months left...”
His genuine words left a rosy tinge on your cheeks. As you were thinking of a response, you looked down, noticing how close your hand lay next to his. Heartrate quickening, you stammered, “Y-Yeah, I wish we had more time, too.. T-To hang around each other, I mean. But graduation doesn’t have to mean goodbye, right?”
“That’s true... You always know just what to say, you know that, (y/n)?” he turned his gaze on you and held out an extended pinky. “Promise to talk to me after graduating, then?”
You rolled your eyes playfully and huffed in amusement. Taking your own pinky and intertwining it with his, you nodded. “So long as you keep your end of the promise, too.”
“Of course.”
Sugawara’s voice brought you out of your momentary flashback. “(Y/n)? Can I ask you a question?”
Blinking your previous thoughts away and calming the warmth on your cheeks, you responded, “What’s up?”
He slid his assignment closer to you, pointing at a section he was having trouble with. “Here. I’m not sure if I’m doing this correctly..”
You leaned in, scooching towards him and closing in on the gap between you. Focused on the homework, you failed to notice how the brush of your shoulders made Sugawara’s body stiffen slightly. With your proximity, your scent easily wafted to his nose, and he could observe the closer details of your appearance. The hair tucked behind your ear exposed your cheekbone, looking soft to the touch. Your determined hues scanned the page, and he could visualize your thinking through your small, occasional self-nods. You looked cute and comfortable in the casual hoodie you wore, bringing him a strange, mixed sense of bashfulness and ease. His mind wandered, trying to envision how you would look if you wore any of his jackets, but his thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of your sweet voice and scribbles against paper.
“It sounds great, Suga! I just made a note there on how you can fix it; otherwise, it should be okay,” you gave him a reassuring smile as you slid his work back to him. You, however, didn’t shift back to your original position and instead stayed seated mere inches from the boy. Not that he minded, but…
“O-Oh, alright, thanks!”
It made concentrating during the rest of the study session a little difficult.
Occasionally you did get up, helping mostly the first and second years with some of their English assignments. His eyes would secretly (but c’mon, everyone but Hinata and Kageyama could tell) follow your figure, admiring the way you looked as you interacted happily with the others and did whatever you could to assist them. Yet you always returned to the same spot, near Suga. Close enough that everyone else on the team took notice (if they haven’t already), relayed the information via mental telephone, and secretly agreed to depart a bit earlier than they had anticipated.
“Oh, you guys are leaving already?” you asked everyone as they were packing up their belongings.
They all nodded in response, offering up their reasons for leaving earlier than the original time you set, which ranged from, “My parents wanted me home for dinner” to “My sister’s wasted and locked out of the house, nobody’s home—” (u good der Saeko)
Standing at your doorway, you waved to your friends, sending them off with a “I’ll see you at school!” as they waved back and filed out of your home. Looking over to Suga, who was still standing beside you, you wondered, “Oh, you’re staying?”
“Oh, yeah! I was surprised to see everyone leave so soon, but I was planning to head home in another hour. B-But I can go now if you need me to..!” he answered a bit shakily, waving around his hands in small, bashful gestures.
You shook your head and you waved your hand dismissively. “It’s okay, you’re more than welcome to stay for however long you need to.”
Settled back in the common area, you both tried to resume your schoolwork, but to no avail. Groaning, you leaned back, using your arms to support you from behind. “I’m tired of workingggggg.”
He sighed in agreement, resting an elbow on the table and propping up his head in a closed fist. “Same. Do you want to do something else?”
“Hmm..” you pondered aloud. “Do you want to see my room?”
Shrugging and responding with a “why not?”, you both stood up, leaving the common area to go to your room. You opened the door and stepped inside, Suga closely trailing behind you.
“Welcome to my room. Make yourself cozy,” you insisted as you sat on your bed and pat the spot next to you. He took your offer, taking a seat beside you and looking around your bedroom in curiosity.
“Something about this place really seems like you, (y/n).”
You raised an eyebrow at his comment. “Is it the messy pile of clothes in that basket or the neat desk I cleaned up this morning?”
He chuckled and shook his head. “I suppose you could say those are part of it. I just meant there’s a lot to you that you should feel comfortable sharing with others. People are complex and there’s so many sides to a person we discover along the way. I remember how timid you were in our first weeks of knowing each other, and now you’re getting along great with everyone and work hard to improve everyday. You were able to overcome a stressful repeat of entering highschool, but this time in another country, and adapted just fine! Your kindness and determination is admirable.”
Twiddling with your fingers, you felt a sheepish grin form on your face. “Aha, you’re too kind, Suga. You know I couldn’t have made these friends or adjust so well without your help. I was too worried about talking to anyone until you came up to me, so… Thank you.”
You risked a glance towards the boy, finding his chocolate gaze already set on you. If none of your interactions in the past month had set your heart ablaze, then certainly this moment would take the cake. Sugawara’s eyes flickered downwards briefly in a moment of hesitance, then locked again onto yours with a hint of an undetectable emotion lurking behind those irises. Neither of you could bring up any words to say. The only sounds present were the soft hums of your breathing and the low creak of your bed as you found yourselves shifting your weight in order to inch closer to one another.
His mind flooded with a cacophony of emotions, from crippling nervousness to an allure for risk-taking. He could barely come to terms with the current situation and what might happen. Maybe he was overthinking it. Surely being this close face-to-face with someone who you just happen to like doesn’t automatically mean they like you back and want to kiss you just as much. Perhaps you were just leaning in to rest your head on his shoulder; after all, you did seem tired from the events of today. Or, you were scooting close for a better look at his face so you could point out, “hey, you got a little something on your face.” Perhaps a crumb from the cracker he had earlier?
But when he took note of the way your eyes fluttered shut, eyelashes caressing the tops of your dusted cheeks, his doubts began to waver. Maybe this was the chance he’s been seeking out lately. Once Daichi deciphered Sugawara’s affections for you, eventually the whole team found out and began to silently root for him. Thankfully, despite their blatant attempts to help him out, you hadn’t noticed a thing. It made him wonder whether you were oblivious, or just didn’t like him, or both. However, in this moment, when it appeared as though maybe you returned his feelings, he felt he should—as Tanaka would say—shoot his shot.
A sudden knock on the door sent you both jumping 5 feet away from each other. Frazzled and wide-eyed, you choked out a weak, “H-Hello?” in response to the interruption. The door opened, revealing your parent/guardian, who peeked inside.
“Dinner’s ready. Would you like to stay and have it with us?” they were asking Suga.
Heart still racing from the fear that gripped it, he blinked in surprise. He piped out a polite no thank you, reasoning that he didn’t want to intrude.
“Nonsense, we’re happy to have you. Come soon.”
They closed the door and left, leaving you two in an awkward silence that was soon interrupted by the sound of your cough. “We should, uh, get going…”
Standing up, you reached for the door with Suga in tow. The tension in the air remained between the two of you throughout dinner. Nevertheless, Sugawara was able to leave a good impression on your family by being a good conversationalist, even earning a few laughs from your parent/guardian. It made your heart swell at how natural it was for him to be able to get along with others.
After dinner ended and he packed his things, you stepped outside with him to send him off, closing the door behind you. He was about to salute you with a “thanks for having me over” when you gave him a peck on the cheek so sudden that he didn’t have time to react before you were already making your way back into your house.
“Thanks for coming, Suga! I’ll see you at school! Let me know when you get home!” you exclaimed animatedly, shutting the door quickly to hide your embarrassment from your sudden actions. You leaned your back against it, instantly regretting what you did with tightly shut eyes. ‘Oh gawd how am I gonna face him at school tomorrow dhefjkg.’
But on the other side of the door, Suga stood dumbfounded, hovering a hand over the area your lips had touch. Though highly embarrassed, he felt a rush of elation pass over him like a humongous wave that never stopped crashing against the shores.
He was starting to really think it was a good idea to introduce himself to the cute new girl in class. Nice one, Suga.
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Fly High! || Kageyama xFem!Reader || Part 5
Summary: Hinata and Kageyama come over for a tutoring session since exams are right around the corner. Finally, they have a chance to have a little peek of your personal life at home after getting to know you more through your lunch time tutoring sessions. Kageyama also touches base with you about your decision which has finally come to an answer.
Pairing: Kageyama Tobio x Fem!Reader
Genre: Rom-Com, Slice of Life, Sports
Warnings: None for this chapter
Chapter's Word Count: ~3.1k
Author's Note: This is somewhat of a filler chapter, well in some cases hahaha. There are more moments with Kageyama though! All interactions with the story are much appreciated, but I would love to hear some feedback through the comments ; ^ ; I'm not sure if my writing is any good, but I'm assuming it's been going alright considering all the notes on the series?? Don't mind me, just being a little insecure about my writing atm...^^;
Taglist: @misnmatchedsox @monviemoo @love-beyond-words
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The blaring sound of a phone going off echoed through the bedroom as you sleepily reached out for it and took it off its charger. Squinting at the sudden brightness, you saw who was calling you and sighed. Right when you pressed the green button, the upbeat voice of your best friend could be heard. Still trying to wake up, you changed the call to be on speaker as you listened to Nishinoya ramble about his morning. Then you winced when he suddenly exclaimed about the new information he received from his fellow teammates during their morning practice.
“You’re tutoring the two idiots later today?!”
You yawned and stretched to get your body to feel more awake before replying, “Oh yeah...Hinata asked if they could squeeze in some more studying time before exams this week.”
“(Y/N)-chan, you’re a girl and you can’t just have two boys over when you’re home alone!”
You rolled your eyes and picked up your phone as you got out of bed. Making your way towards the kitchen, you smiled to yourself as you saw the plate of food your mom left. Taking a seat in front of the food, you settled down to enjoy your meal.
“You’re being overprotective Yu-nii. Just because our moms went on a trip together doesn’t mean you’re in charge of me.”
“UH YES I AM, I AM OLDER THAN YOU BY A YEAR.”
You laughed before digging into the food and said, “Okay and if it’ll ease your mind you can come over if you’d like and join us.”
“Ugh I wish I could, but I already promised Ryuu and Ennoshita that we would study together...we’re not trying to let you first years beat us!”
“Wait, how did you know they were coming over anyway?” You asked before taking a sip of your water.
“We had an early practice today and during our jog, Hinata was saying how excited he was to hang out with you.”
“Aw, that’s cute. He really is a ray of sunshine, isn’t he?” You snickered.
“(Y/N)-CHAN! Do you have a crush on Hinata?”
You burst out laughing and immediately said, “No I don’t Yu-nii, he seems like a brother to me at this point. Because of how innocent and bright he is, it makes me just want to take care of him like an older sister y’know?”
“Oh okay, that’s good to hear. Well, I’m glad BECAUSE I’M NOT READY TO LET YOU GO TO ANYONE ELSE. YOU’RE MY PRECIOUS LITTLE (Y/N)-CHAN.”
“There, there Yu-nii. You’ll always be my best friend, no one’s ever going to replace you. Even if I did get a boyfriend you’d just have to live with it.”
“Ugh whatever, I don’t even want to think about it yet. Anyways, I’m stopping by for dinner tonight. I’m going to need a breather after studying with the guys.”
Finishing up your breakfast, you hummed in response and gathered your dishes to clean them.
“What do you want for dinner? I’ll bring it over!”
“Oh~ if it’s your treat then I want takoyaki and yakisoba pan!”
“You’re so cheap.”
“Oh? So if you’re okay with paying more I want tonkotsu ramen, carbonara pasta, fried chicken, onigiri-”
“OKAY, OKAY TAKOYAKI AND YAKISOBA PAN IT IS. Geeze, you’re more simple than I thought.”
“I’m being easy on you, Yu-nii.”
“Alright, I got it. I’m about to go over to Ryuu’s house so let me know if Hinata or Kageyama do something you don’t like. We’ll be there in a flash to whip those two in shape.”
“Yeah, yeah~ take care Yu-nii.”
“You too (Y/N)-chan, I’ll let you know when I’m on my way later. Bye-bye!”
You smiled to yourself as you dried your hands and put away the dishes. It was always nice to know that Nishinoya would always be looking out for you even if he did so in such outgoing ways. His positive personality always lifted up your spirits especially since you were the more reserved one between the two of them. Taking a look at the clock the time for the boys to come over was nearing, so you decided to go ahead and get ready before cleaning up the apartment.
‘I wonder how today is going to go?’
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Hinata and Kageyama were walking side by side as they made their way towards your area. The two had met up at the intersection they usually split up from to walk together since they didn’t want to awkwardly show up and make a fool out of themselves in front of you if they had shown up by themselves.
“Hey Kageyama, I wonder what her room looks like? Do you think it’s all frilly and pink like on TV?”
“I don’t know.”
“I hope she doesn’t think we’re even more stupid since we’ll be studying with her longer.”
“Who knows?”
“Kageyama, you also need to be more welcoming to her.”
“Shut up, Hinata. I already know what I need to do.”
“Are you sure, you seem pretty scary towards her if you ask me.” He laughed.
Kageyama clicked his tongue before slapping the back of Hinata’s head. “You’re just imagining things, you idiot.”
He quickly fastened his pace to get a head start and the boys began another race to see who would reach there first. In a matter of seconds, they were standing in front of your apartment complex and Hinata called you to let them in. The boys made their way up and Kageyama knocked on the door to let you know that they had officially arrived. They could hear your footsteps approaching and their eyes widened at your appearance. Your hair was out of its usual braid and you were wearing an oversized graphic t-shirt that was tucked into a pair of light denim high-waisted shorts.
“Hinata, Kageyama-kun I’m glad you guys made it.” you smiled at them before walking into the apartment.
“H-H-Hi (L/N)-san! T-Thanks f-for h-having u-us!” Hinata stuttered as he clumsily took off his shoes.
“Y-Yeah, excuse us for the intrusion,” Kageyama said softly as he followed Hinata towards the living room.
“We’ll be studying in my room if that’s okay with you guys?” you asked as you began to make some tea for them.
“A-A-Are you sure?” Hinata asked as he blushed.
“Hinata, relax. You don’t have to be so formal. I thought we’re all friends at this point.” you replied as they watched you rummage around for their cups.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right, haha. My bad…” Hinata sheepishly said.
“It’s the room at the end of the hall, make yourselves comfortable! I’ll be there once the tea is finished.”
The boys followed your instructions and entered the room. They were surprised to find it very minimal. The walls were painted white with black trimmings and were filled with medals and certificates from the years that you played volleyball. There was a bed at the corner of the room next to your balcony and a desk that sat at the center and against the opposite wall. An array of polaroids were posted on the wall where your floor desk was. It had your laptop and textbooks neatly on top with a floor chair and your blazer hanging over it. On its side was a shoe rack and had a volleyball sitting on the corner of its top rock. A white coffee table sat in the middle of the room on top of a black rug with a couple of cushions for guests to sit on. Your closet was closed and located nearest by the door; painted with a chalkboard medium that was filled with all sorts of critiques for volleyball, self reminders, and important dates to keep an eye out for. Along the wall where your bed was, there was a body-size mirror snuggled on the opposite corner and a bookcase near it. You had a record player sitting on the floor with a couple of your favorite albums sitting in its holder.
“Woah...it’s so organized,” Hinata muttered as he let his bag drop by the coffee table and wandered over towards the wall where all your medals and certificates hung.
Kageyama let his eyes wander as he took in all the small things that you kept for yourself. He made his way over towards your desk and looked at the different memories you captured through your Polaroid. There were many of you and Nishinoya throughout the years from early childhood days to when you went to middle school together. He noticed that if you smiled hard enough, there was a small dimple that would appear on your left cheek. His eyes softened as he continued to see small tidbits of your life before you came to Karasuno. There were funny ones with your old teammates and a couple of photos with you and the upperclassmen. The one that mainly caught his attention was one that Nishinoya probably took for you. You were surrounded by your teammates as you held up the national trophy with happy tears streaming down your face, sitting in a wheelchair to celebrate your victory.
‘She really loved volleyball, huh?’ He thought to himself as Hinata walked up to him and looked at the photos as well.
“Do you think we’ll make it on her wall someday?”
Always leave it up to Hinata to voice some of his own personal thoughts that he could never say out loud. He shrugged and went to go sit down to get ready for their session. Hinata joined him as well just as you walked through the door with some snacks and their tea. As the three of you got out your notebooks, Kageyama couldn’t help but peek at the polaroid wall once more wishing that he’d have a special photo with you soon.
---
Before you knew it, the sun had already begun to set and Hinata freaked out. He was supposed to be on his way home already to look after his baby sister and Kageyama also needed to leave in order to pick up some food for his family. You walked them down towards the entrance and was taken aback to see both of them bow to you in thanks.
“Man, you’re a lifesaver! (L/N)-san, thanks for helping us study on a Saturday!” Hinata exclaimed with a bright smile on his face.
“Thanks,” Kageyama said and nodded at you.
“Sure, let’s do our best on the exam!” You smiled and Kageyama’s eyes slightly widened as he saw your dimple.
‘Cute…’ He thought as you and Hinata engaged in another conversation about your time as a volleyball player. Kageyama sighed and shook his head to get rid of those thoughts. He didn’t understand why his attention slowly shifted towards you whenever he was in the same space as you. His main priority was to focus on getting better as a setter so Karasuno can beat Seijoh the next time they plays against them.
“Oh? The two idiots are still here?” Nishinoya asked as he walked up to the trio with a plastic bag filled with food slung over his shoulder.
“Noya-senpai!” Hinata exclaimed.
“I hope she was a good teacher to you guys?” He smiled at them before taking his place next to you.
“Yeah! I’m gonna ace that exam for sure now! I think!”
Nishinoya burst out laughing and went to slap Hinata on his back for some encouragement. “Just as I suspected, Hinata! You’re always so positive and let’s hope that what you’re actually saying is true! Or rather, I won’t let (L/N)-san’s kindness go to waste!”
“Kindness…'To have a caring heart. A term used to express a caring attitude one has for another.’” Kageyama muttered as he continued to mentally go over what they had been studying for.
Nishinoya stared at him before laughing again. “You better pass too or else you both won’t be able to go to Tokyo. That and you would have wasted my precious best friend’s time.”
You sweatdropped and tried to calm them down. “Now, now let’s have some faith in them Yu-nii. You’re basically in the same boat as them so don’t be trying to act so superior towards them.”
Nishinoya pouted while Hinata and Kageyama gave you thankful looks. You sighed as your best friend jumped onto you and looked at the other boys. “Have a safe trip home Hinata-kun, Kageyama-kun.”
They waved goodbye and Nishinoya let go of his grip on you. He cheekily held up the food he brought and stuck his thumb towards your apartment. “Let’s go eat shall we?”
You playfully rolled your eyes and made your way up to settle down for the night. Once all of the food was laid out in front of you, Nishinoya was about to play the movie you were planning on watching when out of nowhere your cell phone rang. You picked it up and was surprised to see who called you.
“Kageyama-kun?” you answered and Nishinoya sprang up from his seat, pointing at your phone with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
You let out a small gasp but Nishinoya was too quick for you as he tackled you, trying to get the phone out of your hand. On the other side of the line, Kageyama weirdly looked at his phone when he heard the chaos happening in your apartment. He raised an eyebrow at the clatter of the phone and slowly brought the phone back to his ear in time to hear Nishinoya over the line.
“HUUUUH?! KAGEYAMA?! LET ME ANSWER- WHAT ARE YOU- HEY DON’T SLAP ME AWAY- (Y/N)-CHAN!”
“Um...is everything okay?”
You kicked Nishinoya off of you and quickly ran to your room. Locking the door behind you, you walked towards the bed and plopped down onto it.
“Yeah, everything’s fine, sorry about that. Yu-nii was being annoying.” you laughed, slightly out of breath.
“...R-Right…”
Smiling in amusement, you shook your head and caught your breath. You mindlessly kicked your legs and asked, “Um...is there anything you needed, Kageyama-kun?”
“I...um...accidentally left my notebook.”
You sat up and glanced towards the blue notebook that had fallen off of the table. You went to go pick it up and said, “Oh yeah, I see it. Did you want me to give it to you tomorrow?”
“Actually...I’m downstairs…I wanted to try and study more tonight.”
Running towards your balcony, you looked down to see Kageyama looking down and then scuffed the ground with his foot. You giggled over the phone and leaned against the railings.
“Kageyama-kun, look up.”
His eyes widened as he heard you and looked up to see you smiling at him from your balcony. He felt something in his stomach that he only felt when his nerves were high during matches. As he racked his brain for the answer, you waved him up to signal that he could come to pick up his notebook. Clutching the strap of his bag, he swallowed down the nerves and couldn’t believe that he was nervous around you.
“What’s this?”
Kageyama was greeted by Nishinoya and a teasing smile. “Are you trying to get at my best friend, Kageyama?”
The setter clicked his tongue and was about to retort back only to have you intercept and push Nishinoya out of the way. You sheepishly smiled at Kageyama as you lightly pushed him towards the hallway and followed him out. He watched as you glared at the libero and closed the front door, then sigh in relief before turning your attention towards him.
“Sorry about Yu-nii I know he can be overbearing sometimes.” you said while holding out his notebook.
“I-It’s fine...I’m used to it because he’s like that at practice.” He mumbled and gently took it out of your grasp to put it inside of his bag.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, I can walk you down too.” you offered and the two of you began to make their way towards the entrance.
A short and comfortable silence fell and Kageyama was trying to figure out how to start a conversation with you. You looked up and smiled to yourself when you noticed his eyebrows were furrowed in concentration. Trying to help him relax from worrying so much about his social nature, you decided to start the conversation.
“Are you nervous for the exam?”
Kageyama looked down at you as you looked in front of them with your arms behind your back and he shrugged. “Not really, you’ve been a lot of great help to us.”
“That’s good.”
Another silence fell and you finally reached the entrance. You stood in front of him and rocked on your heels, waiting to see if he would say something. He cleared his throat and looked towards the street before he asked, “Have you decided if you’re going to be our manager or not?”
You hummed in thought as you guys ended up looking at the strangers that passed by. “I’m still thinking about it. There are still some things I need to figure out.”
He peered down at you before readjusting his bag and said, “(L/N)-san, at this rate, you can’t move forward. If you want to do this, you have to just believe in yourself that you are able to.”
“Yeah...I guess you’re right.” you softly said as once again, Kageyama knocked some sense into you as if he could read right through the barricade you put up for yourself.
“...And I’d like to have you as our manager too…” Kageyama quietly added.
Your eyes widened as he rubbed his neck, a slight tinge of red could be seen on his cheeks. You chuckled and warmly smiled at him.
“Well if you put it that way, I guess I can’t say no to this offer, huh?” you teased. “I’m kidding, but really though, thanks Kageyama-kun. I guess I can’t let you down after all that you’ve said to me. Just wait for me to settle some things first.” ‘Like going to Ukai-san’s store tomorrow to talk about my past and how we can incorporate my skills into your practice…’ you thought to yourself as a million of new ideas began to form in your head. It also reminded you that there was finally something could do that would help the team raise money for their bus.
His eyes softened and a faint smile could be seen on his face. “You’re welcome, (L/N)-san.”
You smiled widely and excitedly tugged on the strap of his bag. Kageyama raised an eyebrow at you. “In that case, there’s something I need from you and Hinata for help.”
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