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misscongeniality18 · 2 years ago

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Okay I have some thoughts for a Peter x reader fic. Peter and reader are officially dating and the reader begins to notice that Peter does kind and thoughtful things that none of her previous romantic partners had done before. Like, Peter buys medicine on the way home and makes soup for the reader when she’s sick, does all the house chores when she’s extra tired, and remembers the little things she says about a book she wanted to read or movie she wanted to go see. One day, the reader’s talking to Peter on the phone on her way home and she tells how she’s had a terrible day and feeling down. When she arrives, Peter cooked her favorite and put on her favorite series to make her feel better. Reader starts to tear up and Peter thinks he did something wrong, but reader tells him that it’s just no other guy had loved and cared for her as much he does, and how lucky she is to have him in her life

This! Ugh, perfection, because we all know Peter would 100% do this. (I'm also so sorry that it took me so long to get this out, Memorial Day weekend was my only time where I didn't have to do anything, so I took the opportunity to rest my mind before I start summer classes. You're amazing, I love you. <;3)

I Do - Peter Sutherland

Synopsis ! Peter knows finds out you've had a hard day, so he decides to make you feel better. Pairing ! Peter Sutherland x fem!reader Genre ! Tooth-rotting fluff Warnings ! language, depression, kissing, Peter being such a good boyfriend if that counts, I also made this way too cheesy Word Count - 1079

" Never understood why People always say, love chooses you Now I do Now I do " - I Do, Aloe Blacc & LeAnn Rhimes

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As you slid into your car, the tightness in your chest didn’t leave. Your job was stressful, to say the least, and it didn’t help that your boss was a first-class demon from hell, not to mention a total bitch. She asks you to come in on your days off and stay at least an hour after your shift is supposed to end without being paid overtime, and while on that subject, you were severely underpaid. You were practically doing your boss’s job for her because she spends ninety-percent of her time scrolling on her phone.

With your hands on the steering wheel, you rest your head against the cool leather, trying to catch your breath. Today had been particularly difficult. You had your own shit to do, but you couldn’t do it because you were taking over your boss’s workload, and when she found out that you didn’t get your own work done, she blew up at you, practically calling you worthless.

Before you pulled out of the parking lot, you called the only person who could make you feel better—your boyfriend.

Peter’s voice came from the car’s speakers, filling the small space with your favorite sound in the world. “Hey, babe, you on your way home?”

You could already feel the tension begin to melt from your shoulders at his clear, upbeat tone. “Yeah. Yeah, I am.”

“What’s wrong?”

Damn, he could hear how stressed and exhausted you were.

“It’s been, uh, it’s been a hard day,” you said, trying to hold in your tears.

“Oh, babe, I’m sorry. I know you probably don’t want to talk about it, so I won’t ask.”

Peter knew you so well, it made you want to cry. You still refused to, though. “I’ll be home soon, okay?”

“I’ll be here. I love you.”

“Love you too.”

You hung up, and it took everything within you not to speed.

Peter was an angel from above. He was kind and thoughtful and attentive and loving, unlike your past partners, and he would do things just to make you happy. One time, Peter remembered how you wanted to see the movie adaptation of one of your favorite books, so he surprised you with tickets. You thanked him with endless kisses.

He also takes care of you even when you can’t. Last week, when you dared to be sick, Peter picked up medicine on the way home from work and made you chicken soup because you couldn’t keep anything else down. And during that time, he even cleaned up the apartment because you didn’t have time to do your regular chores.

In your mind, Peter was perfect.

You arrived at the apartment, and your feet felt so heavy that you worried you wouldn’t make it down the hallway. When you opened your door, the smell of garlic and bacon and absolute heaven greeted you. “Peter?” You called out, peeking your head around the corner to the kitchen.

There Peter stood, spoon in hand, stirring something on the stove. He turned when he heard your voice, his eyes lighting up when he saw you. “Hey! I made your favorite for dinner; carbonara. Well,” he sighed. “I tried. It’s not going to be like Mariano’s, but it’ll be close.”

You blinked up at him when he mentioned your favorite Italian restaurant located just down the street, a place you could eat at for every meal.

Peter saw the expression on your face, and he quickly put the spoon down and rushed to the television. “I thought we could watch Bridgerton, too! I know how you love that show, and with the new season coming out later this year, I thought…”

He trailed off as he noticed the tears welling up in your eyes, a few streaking down your cheeks.

“Oh, babe, what is it? What did I do wrong?” Peter asked, panic in his voice, and he strode over to you, placing his hands on your cheeks and wiping away your tears with his thumbs. “Baby, I didn’t mean to make you cry, I wanted you to feel better, and I thought I’d make your favorite dinner and put on your favorite show—“

“Peter,” you interrupted him, putting your hands over his and holding them to your chest. “You are making me feel better. Even if you didn’t do all this, you still would. With everything going on at work, you are my only stress reliever. You did everything right. You always do.”

You closed your eyes, the feel of his skin against yours calming and cool. Pressing a kiss to his palm, you whispered, “God, I don’t deserve you.”

“Hey,” Peter murmured, swooping down to wrap his arms around you, his face level with yours. “Do you trust me?”

Sputtering in confusion, you nodded. “Wha-what does—Yes, I do.”

“Then trust me when I say that you deserve everything. You are everything. You are on my mind when I’m awake and when I’m dreaming; you are my everything, and I love you.”

You met his eyes, seeing the sincerity and love within the depths of them, and you couldn’t believe how you had managed to find each other. “I love you, too,” you whispered.

His lips pressed to yours, soft and sweet and soothing. When Peter kissed you, it was as if the world faded away, and you existed only in this moment.

You drew him closer, pressing your body to his, one hand moving to the back of his neck, and then your stomach started to growl. Peter pulled away, chuckling and grinning that wide, toothy grin that always made your heart flutter. “Sorry,” you mumbled.

Peter shook his head. “We have time for that later. You’re hungry, so we’ll eat. Here, come taste my attempt at cooking.”

Leading you by the hand to the stove, Peter pulled out a fork and twirled some noodles for you to take a bite. You moaned as you chewed, nodding in approval.

“You like it?”

“I do,” you replied, mouth full.

Hearing those two words made Peter’s heart skip, and he leaned forward, kissing your cheek still full with food. He enjoyed those words not only because they told him he did a good job at cooking, but because he knew you would be saying them at an altar one day with him in front of you.

The only thing left was to get the ring out of his bedside table and ask you.

Tonight.

#peter sutherland #the night agent #peter sutherland fanfic #peter sutherland x reader #peter sutherland x you #gabriel basso #fanfiction #fanfic

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booksrbetterthanpeople · 3 years ago

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Muppets Movie and Muppets Most Wanted quotes

Félix: Enough! Just because I have a terrifying name and an evil English accent, does not preclude the fact that, in my heart, I am a Akuma, not an Ikuma! Looks like it's I who will have the last laugh!

Gabriel: What does that mean?

Félix: It's an idiom, you idiot, because you cannot laugh! Ha ha! *Pushes Gabriel off the roof and he lands on the ground with a thud* Oopsie. *Laughs maniacally* Now that's a maniacal laugh for you!

—

Ismael: Welcome to this week's edition of "Everything Stinks"! *the others pull him offscreen with a hooked cane, Vaudeville style*

—

*When the lights turn back on, Alya and Nino are caught making out*

Adrien: Ahem. *The couple stop kissing and turn to see everyone staring at them*

Nino: Oh! *He and Alya start doing vocal warmups to cover up their act* La la la la la la la...

Alya: Mee mee mee mee mee...

—

Adrien: What? You kidnapped Jack Black? That's illegal!

Cosette: But Adrien, what's more illegal: briefly inconveniencing Jack Black, or destroying the Akumas?

Adrien: Kidnapping Jack Black, Cosette!

—

Austin A: I always dreamed we'd be back here.

Austin B: Dreams? Those were nightmares!

—

Ivan: How come you didn't use me in the montage? I thought my story was pretty interesting.

*Flashback to Ivan who’s asleep in a hammock. The others look awkward for a moment before Adrien wakes him up*

Adrien: Ivan?

Ivan: Huh?

Adrien: You wanna get back together?

Ivan: Okay.

*End Flashback*

Ivan: Heh heh. Classic.

—

(Louis) Blonde kid from Zombizou: Sorry, Kurtzberg. But you've been replaced... Permanently!

Nathaniel: Oh, yeah?

Louis: Yeah!

Nathaniel: I don't think so, blondie!

Louis: Who are you calling 'blondie', red?

Nathaniel: Oh, look! A paint and sip!

Louis: *Looks away* Where?

Nathaniel: HIYA! *Knocks out Louis* There's only room for one artist in this show. And that's me!

—

Marc: Hello.

Ismael: Hello.

Simon: Hello.

Jean: Mee-Meep. *sees an ax in his own hands, freaks out a bit while getting rid of it to grab a hairdryer* Mee-Meep.

Simon/Marc/Ismael/Jean: Hello~

Gabriel: *Tied to a barber’s chair* Oh, God! It’s a barber shop quartet!

—

Ismael: *singing* An Albino.

Marc: *singing* A Mosquito.

Jean: *singing* Mee-mee-mee-mo.

—

Ismael: *after punching Adrien* That's my trigger word, too!

Denise: Ismael, we talked about this on Tuesday.

Ismael: Tuesday's another one of my TRIGGER WORDS! *punches Marc*

Denise: I DON'T THINK SO! *punches Ismael*

*It soon leads to a full on brawl between the classmates*

—

Chloé’s Receptionist: Miss Bourgeois?

Chloé: *as she's eating a doughnut* What? Can't you see that I'm busy?

—

Austin A: Now, this contract is 100 percent iron-clad, with one minor exception: if the Akumas can raise the $10 million it would cost to buy the building before this contract expires, then they get their studio back.

Austin Q: You know, if I didn't know better, I'd say you were reciting some sort of an important plot point.

Austin A: Well, I hope so; otherwise I just bored the audience half to death.

Austin B: You mean half the audience is still alive?

*The Austins laugh*

Austin A: It's nice doing business with you.

Austin T: Yes, sir. Come on.

Austin B: Good-bye.

—

Aurore: Kim, what are you doing here?

Kim: ...Acting... Naturaaaal.

—

Felix: My name will go down as the greatest thief of all time!

Lili: You mean our names, right?

Felix: Of course. My name first, then spacebar, spacebar, spacebar... your name.

—

Kim: I knew.

Adrien: … Kim knew?… You mean all this time I've been trapped in a Russian Gulag, no one, not one single person from the Akumas, except Kim, noticed I'd been replaced by an evil criminal mastermind?

Alya: It sounds worse than it was...

Max: No, it's as bad as it sounds.

—

Aurore: Just do what I do. Imagine the audience naked.

Mireille: Wha?…*Goes out on stage* Uh… Haha. You are all naked!… Uh… Well, sorta.

—

Nathaniel: Nathaniel Kurtzberg. *holds up a sketchbook* Artist.

Louis: Louis Secousse. *holds up a bigger sketchbook* Better Artist.

Nathaniel: This is my travel sketchbook. *holds up a larger sketchbook* Here's my real sketchbook.

Louis: You must have been looking at the wrong sketchbook. *opens up his coat and his shirt, revealing an enormous sketchbook underneath*

*Looking defeated, Nathaniel leaves and then comes back wheeling in a massive sketchbook*

Nathaniel: You were saying?

—

Dominic: International Tour Manager. *presents his business card*

Kim: "Dominic Bad Guy"?

Dominic Badguy: “Bad-gee". It's French.

Akumas: Ooh!/That makes sense/We’re French, we should know this.

—

Max: TWO Adriens?... Well, that explains a lot.

Cosette: I knew no one could have a cold for that long.

Zoé: Or have that cheesy an accent, okay.

—

Cosette: *holds up a photo of Felix* Check this out! *covers the hair* Aah?

Jean: Oh, look, it's Adrien!

Cosette: *uncovers the hair* Ha!

Jean: *shrieks* What did you do with Adrien?!

—

Kim/Nino: *after they discover “Adrien's” true identity, they scream in horror* We gotta get outta here!

*But as they attempt to leave, Felix is right in front of them*

Felix: Not so fast...

Kim: Where's Adrien?!

Nino: Wh-wh-what do you want?

Felix: You have spun your last record, DJ.

*He prepares to attack them karate style. But then Ivan drops down on Felix from above*

Ivan: Gotcha!

Nino: Ivan! Good shot!

Ivan: Thank you.

—

Austin A: Do you guys think that Duparc’s been acting a little weird lately?

Austin T: That's ridiculous! He's never been so caring and devoted to me!

Austin A: Yeah, that's what we are saying!

—

Louis: They didn't!

Nathaniel: No they didn't!

Louis: There's no way they did a crime!

Nathaniel: They couldn't, they're too stupid!

Louis: They're not criminal masterminds!

Nathaniel: They may not know who did it, but we know they didn't do it!

Nathaniel/Louis: So we know who didn't do it, we know who didn't do it!

Louis: They're incapable of being culpable!

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #ao3fic #the muppets #incorrect quote #mlb incorrect quotes

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nenestansunsthings · 2 years ago

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a drabble based on tv static?

there wasnt a hermit specified here, so i wrote, uh... a lot of em? but thank you so much for your joe vote, theuwumaster!!! this was very fun to write, so i hope you enjoy :))

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"This is, by far, the weirdest thing that has ever happened to us."

There's a small murmur amongst the people crowded by the TV, all watching the poll live. Grian truly isn't sure whether its agreement or dissent. They've had some experiences.

This definitely does rank up there as one of the weird ones, though. 100 percent.

"I'm honestly still mad I lost," Jimmy mutters. Grian snorts. As if. You went up against Scott, Timmy. Not a chance. "What! It's true. Don't laugh at me, Grian."

"We put up a good fight," Tango assures him- everyone? Everyone seems to accept it. "Those eight just put up a better one. Or campaigned harder? Could be both."

"I mean, the campaigning is definitely a fight. Joe spent actual, non-diamond money." Xisuma shrugs. "And there's quite a lot of people saying all the art swayed them to vote for someone they'd never heard of before. The campaigns work!"

"So we didn't campaign hard enough..." Scott sighs, slumping down dramatically. "How did we not campaign hard enough? How are we not sexy enough? I was a hot vampire, for god's sakes!"

"Well, Scott Smajor," Charlie Slimecicle says, "it seems they're just hotter. No-one can compete against the Hot Guy."

"There's like seven people trying to compete against Hotguy right now."

"And?"

Grian tunes them out, curling back up and looking at the TV. It's not the best quality- weird interdimensional shows about a past-present-future poll aren't exactly easy to get service for- but it's interesting. Honestly, he's kind of insulted he got kicked off so early. And...

"What're you thinking, Grian?" Pearl asks, nudging him playfully. "Sad you lost to another red bird?"

"They don't even draw his wings red!" he squawks, offended. "But nah. Not really. I've got... other things in mind."

"Hm." Pearl hums. "Like the winner? I mean, I sure hope Cleo wins. It means I didn't lose for nothing."

"Not Scar or Mumbo?" he teases. "Shame on you, Pearl! What happened to Boatem loyalty?"

"I'd sell you all for a single corn chip."

"Ouch." He laughs. "... Hm. Yeah, I was thinking about who'd win. Who I'd want to win."

"Etho for sure!" Joel declares. "I mean, really. Look at him. He got added as a block into Minecraft. He's like the ultimate candidate."

"I think BDubs could surprise us," comes Impulse's addition. "I mean, it's not likely, he's against Cleo, but it sure would be interesting. I'd like to see it."

"Doc, too!" Ren leans forward, stage-whispering like this is a secret. "I mean, have you seen those abs? Those beautiful, beautiful machines? You'd better not forget the power that man holds!"

"If you ask me, I hope Joe wins," Scott chimes in. "I mean, I do know all of you guys, but come on. Joe shot me for being homophobic. Which I'm too gay to be. Legally I have to support him to support the gays. Plus, his fanbase just keeps growing the more he campaigns. He's the surprising underdog in this race." He pauses. "... And I fear for our souls if Cleo wins."

"Aw, Scott! What happened to Double Life loyalty?"

"You are unbelievable, Pearl."

Pearl snickers. From in the back, someone else pipes up.

"I think you all are underestimating someone," Wilbur says with a smile. "It's a shame I didn't have to go up against Quackity this round, but alas. It means poor Mr. Hills has to deal with him alone. My yin is a formidable opponent." He covers a small smile with a gloved hand. "I know that from experience. Very intimate experience."

"Oooh, yeah. And your side of the people will probably be supporting him, too..." Pearl grins. "Nah. No chance. I believe in our viewers. We're gonna have a Hermitsweep on our hands soon enough!"

Wilbur flips her off. She bursts into guffawing laughter.

"Well, okay! I see your point." She slumps over Grian, enjoying how the smaller man yelps at her weight. "What about you, G? You rooting for Scar? I mean, the people love him and his abs. His scitties. And a sidekick has to support his hero, am I right?"

"I still haven't gotten the sidekick clothes off him, Pearl. Not a sidekick yet." He shakes his head. "And anyway, there's only one person I'd support."

He snaps his fingers, and the TV explodes into static, faint flickers of purple glimmering in the grey. The room erupts into protests as the broadcast is cut off.

"Five diamonds per person if you want me to turn it back on, people!" Grian says gleefully. "All proceeds go to the most worthwhile campaign of all!"

A grin splits his face. "Mumbo for Mayor."

#mcyt #im not tagging everyone thats too many people for only a few paragraphs!!#sun art #this does NOT represent my vote btw i am 10000000 percent a joesweeper. if you vote joe hills and send me proof ill make you a story!

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mshomestyle · 5 years ago

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Yooo!! I'm such a big fan of your writing it's so good!! Ok so this is going to sound odd. But I have like EXTREMELY sensitive thighs. Like if someone touches them or rests their head on them I'm just like 'uh oh'. Wondering if I could get headcanons for hawks and how'd he use that to tease and rile up his girl because he's a cheeky mf (and I want this man to top me dear god)

Thank yooouuuu! 🤩 Thank you so much! And don’t worry, I got you! I once rped with someone whose character had an incredibly sensitive ass, so I already got some ideas. (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

Anyway, as this goes, the more “inappropriate” and sexual it gets, so you’ve been warned! I did not write them completely having sex (because I wasn’t 100 percent sure if that was wanted), though. Just some foreplay.

Hawks with a girlfriend with extremely sensitive thighs:

-You might regret the day when Hawks realizes that you have incredibly sensitive thighs, because it really is no secret that he’s going to take advantage of this both in and out of the bedroom.

-Hawks isn’t too much of a fan of boring meetings at his agency, and if you work there with him, he sits next to you, giving you a soft smile before saying, “Let’s get this over with.” The meeting starts and drags on much longer than your boyfriend wants it to, and you realize that once you see him leaning back in his chair eyes not even looking at who was currently speaking.

-You just shake your head at that, thinking about how he’s probably going to ask you what he missed despite being in the meeting room right next to you. Nevertheless, you take notes and pay attention...That is until you feel a very familiar touch. “O-Oh~!” You quickly cover your mouth at the surprising touch, but your noise does not go unheard.

-”Are you alright?” one of Hawks’s sidekicks ask.

-”Yeah, you okay, babe?” To think Keigo would have the nerve to act like he did nothing wrong. Though as you start to answer, you feel Hawks sliding a hand slowly up from your knee going higher and higher. You want to make a sound, and your body is just short of shivering, but you try your hardest to seem like nothing’s going on.

-”I-I’m fine,” you accidentally stutter, but luckily for you everyone believes that you’re alright as they go back to the meeting. Hawks just smirks next to you, continuing to caress and stroke at your sensitive thighs as much as he damn well pleases while you try your hardest to keep it together in this room full of people.

-And it doesn’t stop there! If you’re at a restaurant, he will make sure to get a booth or a private room so that he can tease you until he’s satisfied. He loves how easily he can make you squirm and moan just from touching your thighs. “Why don’t you order for us, babe,” he’ll say as he’s sitting right next to you. He made sure to take you to a fancy restaurant so that you’d wear a dress, giving him easy access.

-”How about we ge-haaa...~,” your words are broken up with a slightly breathy moan as you can feel Hawks’s hand making its way under your dress, touching that erogenous zone that he loves so much.

-”Ma’am?” your waiter asks, wondering if you’re alright.

-”Y-Yes,” you quickly nod, trying so hard to focus. It doesn’t come out as clear as you want, but you manage to order, and after the waiter leaves, Hawks chuckles before leaning in to nibble on your ear lobe. This man really can’t keep his hands off of you. He loves your reactions just as much if not more than touching you. You’re his, and he plans to remind you of that everywhere you go.

-Especially in the bedroom.

-You don’t know why you put on bottoms, or any clothes really, when you go to bed because they are going to be gone as soon as Hawks gets in with you. So, you could be just playing on your phone all cuddled up and waiting for him. You’re just enjoying yourself and relaxing, but the second Keigo gets into the bedroom, you can feel the way that he’s looking at you. And if you look up and into his eyes, you know that he’s going to have you writhing underneath him and panting heavily soon enough just by the look he’s giving you.

-But there’s just one thing: Hawks doesn’t just take it, he makes you beg for him, plead for him. And no matter how much you tell yourself that one of these days you’ll get the upper hand, you know that you have a better chance of sprouting wings yourself than that.

-So, when Hawks gets on the bed, he pulls you to him, kissing you feverishly. Already you feel as if you’ve lost this battle and will be on your knees for him in no time. Though, where his hands are is a different story.

-He knows the best way to tease you. The best way to make you scream, so he’s very light on his touches purposefully, and while you know what game he’s getting at, it always works. Gently he stokes down your body, starting at your back, cupping your ass a bit before moving his hand to your front. He rubs at your side affectionately, all the while his lips start to move from your mouth and trail down your neck.

-You can’t help the noises that leave your throat, nor can you help how badly your body already is pleading with you to start begging for him. You don’t relent just yet, because you know that if you start to beg now you won’t get what you want right away. And that’s because Hawks hasn’t come to his favorite part yet.

-He pushes you on your back, licking the shell of your ear sensually as his hands move down to your hips, while he presses himself against you. You let out a whiny moan, and before you know it, you’re already pushing your crotch up and against his, hoping to get some relief.

-But Keigo won’t allow you that just yet as he chuckles softly, moving back a bit so that you no longer feel him. “You’re so impatient~,” he teases you, sitting up now. His eyes stare deep into yours as his hands grab your knees, and the second they do, you know that you’re done for.

-Hawks licks his lips teasingly as he slides his hands up your knees. The second they come in contact with your thighs, you aren’t sure how long you’re going to last. He moves his hands up your soft flesh slowly, gripping them tenderly while doing so, which causes you to shake and bite your lip. It’s a mistake.

-”You’re going to keep those beautiful moans from me?” he asks, eyebrow raised, face looking amused. He moves back a bit and spreads your legs, eyes staring down at your still clothed crotch, “We’ll just have to fix that now won’t we?”

-He makes quick work of your bottoms, but leaves your panties on. You feel yourself start to shiver in anticipation, and you know he’s not going to remove them until they’re soaked. He does love to see what he does to you, after all.

-Hawks locks his eyes onto yours, giving you his full attention as he leans down, hands going to grip onto the back of your thighs harshly so that he can make your knees bend. It’s a move that almost has you seeing stars, and Hawks receives a needy moan. One that he loves. But, you still have to pay for how you deprived him earlier.

-Staring into your eyes, Hawks latches his mouth onto the top of one of your inner thighs and sucks hard. Immediately, your back arches and your toes curl, and not just because of the suddenness, but because of the unbearably pleasurable feeling. “K-Keigo...!” you can’t help but to moan loudly, shutting your eyes as your body is already starting to wiggle and squirm. He’s only just begun, and you’re already turning into a mess.

-Hawks does not stop though, instead he goes further starting to scrape his teeth against you, as he moves a hand over to your awaiting heat to prod and rub at it.

-You are seriously at your limit, and you know that’s exactly what he wants. He wants to make you a mess this fast, because it’s his way of showing you who’s really in charge of this relationship. He also loves the noises and reactions you make and hearing you beg, “Please....! Please, Keigo!” The whole thing is like a symphony to him.

-Hawks pulls away from your incredibly sensitive skin with a pop. He smirks up at you, finger going to trace the new love bite that you now have. “Maybe if you be a good girl, I’ll give you exactly what you want~.”

-You aren’t sure if him finding out about your sensitive thighs is a blessing or a curse.

#Hawks #hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #keigo tamaki #hawks x you #reader #reader insert #asks #my hero x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero x reader #boku no hero academia #head canons #headcanon #headcanons #head cannons #answered asks #teasing

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one-spidey-boii · 5 years ago

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BUMMER SUMMER || peter parker; ch seven

read ch six here

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an; you guys, i hit 100 followers. that’s crazy. 100 may seem like a bitch ass number compared to other accounts, but i couldn’t be more proud. thank you!! i hope you continue to enjoy this story and leave feedback.

warnings; mentions of battle wounds (i.e. blood/scars/etc), future smut, mature language, fluff, angst, both peter and oc are 18+!!

word count; 5.1k+

edie's pov

i tried to help peter clean up, but he wasn't having any of it. so i was left to my own devices while he scrambled to get everything in order. after he leaves the room for the first time, i try to stand up. i wrap the blanket around my body and move towards to edge of the bed. everything is going just fine until i put weight onto my legs and attempt to take a step. my feet crumble beneath me and i snap a hand up to my mouth to stifle any noise that threatens to come from the pain. so for a while, i just sit. on the floor. waiting for peter to come back.

when footsteps sound off from down the hall, i brace myself for whatever reprimand i'm going to get from peter, but what comes through the door makes me sigh with relief and choke up with fear. not the kind of fear you get from jump scares or creepy noises, but the kind of fear you get when you know you've been a disappointment.

"what the hell are you doing on the floor?" tony asks as he waltzes over to help me up. his voice is unreadable. i let him wrap an arm around my upper back and lift me up onto the bed, but i'm too afraid to say anything. he pulls a chair over to sit in front of me and he rests there awaiting an answer, but i choose to avoid it altogether.

"where's peter?" i ask shyly. yeah, it's a good way to change the topic, but a part of me really does want to know.

tony raises one eyebrow and pauses to take in my features before replying, "i told the kid to stay out of the room until i got here. he's sitting in the living room like a lost puppy."

my head tilts at his words. why would he do that? wouldn't he want peter here with me?

"i wanted to talk to you without mr. parker in the room. and when i ask you this- i don't want you to think about him when you answer, got it?" i nod my head reluctantly, and he continues on with a sigh, "kid, do you wanna go home?"

"w-what? no! absolutely not." my insides tense up at the thought of being sent home after only a couple of weeks. mr. stark said he needed me here, why is he trying to send me home?

"just listen to me, okay? you've already gotten hurt for reasons i don't understand. and... i gotta be honest- i don't want to send you home, but i don't want you going back out there either."

"what happens to peter if you send me back?" my question comes out as a whisper, i want to challenge him somehow. surely he won't take this away from peter too. tony just sighs and shakes his head.

"don't worry about him right now. what we need to talk about is if you're-" i cut him off.

"you're going to send him home too." i accuse, borderline horrified at the idea, "how could you do that? you know how much this means to him." i take in a sharp breath of air as pain shoots up and down my side. it's silent for a few seconds.

"i don't want any of that. who else am i gonna have to protect all my toys?" he asks with a playful smile, but i know he's still hesitant about all of this, "i'll cut you a deal, alright?" i nod, "you don't go out until you are one hundred percent healed up. let peter handle all that. and i'm making happy stay here until you're ready to patrol again."

i immediately shake my head in protest, "happy hates babysitting! don't make him do that!" i plead, trying to pull the guilt card for happy's sake- and to be honest, i don't want anyone worrying about me and watching over my shoulder until i'm better, "peter can look after me. he got me this far." i say lightly, trying to make the situation a little less of a bummer.

tony takes in my features again, analyzing my words. he brings his fingers up to pinch the bridge of his nose, but to my luck he eventually nods his head.

"fine, fine. but you'll keep me updated on your recovery and only go out again when i say so, alright?" he bargains once again. this time i take his deal and nod my head with a smile. tony slaps his knees once and stands up.

"now lay back down and rest, young lady. i'll be expecting an update when you get up." tony says with a playful twinge to his words, but i know he's completely serious. before he's entirely out of the room, my mouth begins to move before i even realize it, "you know, peter does take good care of me."

i don't know why i just said that.

tony stops by the door and takes once last look around the room, "yeah, yeah," he pauses, "i know he does." and with that, he's gone.

it didn't take me long to fall asleep after mr. stark left. my body was tired and weak after working to heal as fast as it could. if only i was peter and i could heal on my own.

when i wake up, i panic slightly when i can't see anything. the light of the room is subdued and i can't even make out the ceiling above me. i move a hand to my face to find a piece of paper. it's taped to my forehead and covers my entire face. i peel it off and take in the messy handwriting scrawled across the page.

'left for patrol. mr. stark said to set out some fancy healing cream for you. it's next to your bed. he also said to leave it on for 5 minutes at most cause blah blah i don't remember why. be back before you know it -peter'

at the end of the note by his name, there's a faint 'x' next to it. the letter had been hastily erased, but my stomach jumps at the gesture. i wish he didn't feel like he had to erase it.

i fold the note carefully and set it on the cart next to my bed, next to that is the cream i assume he was talking about. i look over the text on the tube and read the directions. on the back it says something about enhanced cell regeneration, remove after five minutes, and does not diminish the appearance of scars.

i swallow thickly, nervous about applying this weird stuff to my skin. my fingers slowly twist the cap open and i squeeze a small amount onto my hand. the cream is clear and almost jelly-like as i rub it along my side. it stings at first, making me inhale with clenched teeth, but almost instantly it numbs my entire side along with my hand.

i'm afraid to keep it on my hand so i hop out of the bed and walk over to the sink to wash it off. only then does it occur to me that i hopped out of bed and walked over here. thank goodness for tony stark and his high tech, well, everything.

looking in the little mirror above the sink, i take in my tired appearance- complete with bags under my eyes and sunken cheeks. it's hard to look at myself this way, i have never fallen so low. i have never been hurt so badly before.

i just rest my now wet hands against the sides of the sink and let my head drop. i take notice i'm still in my bra and underwear, but since i'm alone at the moment i'm not worried about being seen. my cheeks do flush at the idea of peter seeing me this way, clad only in a dark purple bra and mismatched pale blue underwear.

after what feels like five minutes, i grab a hand towel and wet it under the running water of the faucet. the numbing properties of the cream are working surprisingly well- i don't feel anything as i wipe it away and wash it off.

still, my heart drops at the sight of the scar, now partially healed, but still red and angry. the line of it is jagged and violent looking. with hesitant fingers i run them along the length of it. it's horrible and ugly and for the first time in a long time- i feel ashamed. i now have to sport a scar for the rest of my life, one that i never saw coming.

i force myself to look away and tuck my hair behind my ears. my hair is riddled with sweat and it sticks to my neck, making me yearn for a shower. i let my feet carry me to the bathroom connected to my room. there i make the decision to take a bath instead when i spot the bubble bath under the sink.

after preparing everything, i slide my remaining clothes off and slip into the hot water of the tub. the bubbles are already everywhere and they easily cover the surface of the water. i close my eyes and let out a sigh.

my thoughts drift to peter, and i let myself think of him. i know something is going on inside his head, and i know it's because of me. it tugs on my heart every time he avoids or ignores me even during the slightest of encounters. i never wanted our friendship to turn into this and it bugs me beyond belief that i can't figure out why it's happening.

my eyes shoot open when i hear my name being called throughout the compound, followed by the sounds of something crashing. i sit up in the water and wait for it to stop sloshing around so that i can listen closer.

"edie?! oh my god mr. stark is going to kill me. i'll be dead by morning- edie! where are you?" it's peter, and from what i can tell he's freaking out, obviously. i let out a sigh of relief and call out to him.

"i'm in my room! it's okay, peter." the loud noises stop at my bedroom door.

"oh thank goodness. c-can i come in?" he asks, out of breath. i take in my current position— very naked and taking a bath; but covered completely by bubbles.

still a little hesitant and increasingly nervous, i call out again, "uh yeah. come in."

before the last words leave my mouth, a loud crunch and thud comes from the front of my room. i can barely see it through the crack of the bathroom door, but i know something is broken. it's silent for a hot second.

"um. oh yikes. i, uh, broke your door. not on purpose though! but it is, uh, not on the hinges anymore." he utters nervously. i can't help but laugh.

"what? who knew you were sooooo strong!" i tease, stretching out the words. some shuffling comes from my room.

"wait, where are you? what's going on?" his confused voice make me giggle. ew, giggle? really? i stifle the thought and take on a serious face.

"i'm in the bathroom, parker. stop freaking out." i reply, not at all annoyed despite my words and tone.

the shuffling behind the door stops, "you're pooping? and talking to me at the same time?" peter asks hesitantly. okay, now i’m annoyed.

"no you dipshit, im taking a bath. and everyone poops by the way, there's a children's book about it!" i yell. most of the time his innocent demeanor is endearing, but right now it's just making both of us uncomfortable.

suddenly the door creaks open wider and peter pops his head in the room, one hand covering his eyes. he still has his mask on and i roll my eyes. what is it with this boy and wearing his mask all the time?

"i just wanna make sure you're okay...a-are you okay?" he asks with a shaky voice. i can't help but smile at how nervous he is, but then again, so am i.

clearing my throat, i speak, "you can move your hand. i'm covered by, uh bubbles." peter slowly parts his fingers and peeks at me through them.

"hi." he whispers from the door.

"hi, peter." i whisper back.

he lowers his hand down to his side and steps completely into the spacious bathroom. he shuffles for a moment and decides on leaning against the doorframe with one arm up by his head. i eye him up and down, trying to get a feel for what is going through his head. he looks ridiculous standing in my bathroom, still clad in his spiderman suit that clings to his body like a second skin. it outlines the muscles in his arms, chest, and legs- truly not leaving much to the imagination. i feel my cheeks flush.

then for the second time that day, words are coming out of my mouth without my permission, "do you wanna sit?" i pull my hand out from beneath the water and tap the edge of the tub. the eyes on peter's mask widen and his arm slips from its position on the door frame. i just smile at him, despite my brain kicking me for saying anything at all.

to my surprise, he nods and settles himself on the edge of the tub down by my legs.

he whispers again, "hi."

a rush of heat floods my body at his new position and it's my turn to stutter, "hi." i'm suddenly all too aware of just how naked i am, only a thin layer of bubbles separating peter's eyes from seeing every bit of my body. and a tiny part of me doesn't hate the idea. an even smaller part wonders if peter is thinking the same thing.

"i'm glad you're okay." he says, a soft confidence laced within his words. his hand comes up to rest by my shoulder on the tub, just barely touching my skin. i nod my head and look down at the suddenly very interesting bubbles. i forgot that peter was the one who caught me when i fell in through the doors. he was the one to take care of me while we waited for mr. stark to arrive. he was the one who had to watch me bleed. with that thought, i look back up at him and gently rest my head on his hand, happy to find his eyes on mine.

"take your mask off peter." i whisper, still feeling foggy inside my head.

he shakes his head, "no."

"no?" my eyes widen at his words.

"no, e."

"come on, pete. it's not like i haven't see you before. what's the big deal?" as i say this i lean up in the water and stretch my hand to graze the edge of his mask. just as i'm about to pull it upwards and off his head, peter grabs my wrist roughly and holds it in his hand.

"if i take my mask off, all of this becomes much more real...and i don't want to see you like this." he says and looks away from my gaze. my stomach drops and i pull my hand away from his grip. all the comfort and confidence is instantly replaced with horrible, ugly nerves.

"what do you mean 'like this'? what- you can't look at me now? is it the scar? or is it because i invited you in and god forbid i'm naked under all these fucking bubbles? you didn't have you come in here, parker." my heart hurts and i spit out his name like it's venom on my lips. i can't stop my mind from reeling. peter looks at me and scoffs.

"you really don't get it, do you?" he questions as he stands up from his spot.

i sit up farther in the water, eyes glaring into his, "get what?"

his eyes widen as he rushes to put both his hands on my shoulders, shoving me back down into the water with unnecessary force. my head hits the back wall as water sloshes out of the tub, "for fucks sake, edie, cover yourself up!" his voice booms and i stay put. then it dawns on me. does he think-?

"i wasn't trying to-" i plead but he cuts me off.

"it's not that i don't want- fuck!" he pulls his mask off his head and stares at me with fiery eyes, "i do want to..." then he makes a growling noise that comes from the back of his throat, "what do you want me to say? what am i supposed to think coming in here?" he rambles on. i draw my eyebrows together and sink down into the water even more.

"i wasn't trying anything, peter. i-i'm sorry if you got the wrong idea," i whisper, defeated by how this whole thing is turning out. my head throbs from hitting the wall of the tub and my heart hurts from peter's words.

"yeah. okay, edie. i'll see you in the morning." and with that, he walks out of the bathroom, leaving his mask on the edge of the sink, the eyes glaring back at me.

my vision becomes blurry. just the idea of him thinking those things about me is enough to make me shut down completely. i stand up and step out of the tub, bubbles still clinging to my body. i walk over to the full-length mirror and my eyes lock on the scar. it looks the same as before, ugly, and a single tear runs down my chin.

peter's pov

i'm so unbelievably angry with myself. i can feel every part of my body on fire due to the complete and utter rage coursing through it. when people say they're so angry they see red, they aren't lying. there’s no way to erase what just happened between edie and i. the look on her face and the fast beat of her heart will forever be burned into my head. but above all my anger, that one thing i feel the most, is fear.

the fear i’ve ruined my relationship with edie all together because i'm too much of a coward to speak the truth. the fear that she now sees me as someone who would think those awful and cruel things about her. the fear that she thinks i don't want her just because of a scar.

none of it is true. sitting there, inches from her body made my head spin and my heart jump around my chest. i wanted to touch her, to feel her soft skin underneath my fingers as they danced down her neck and shoulders. instead, i panicked and said things so far from the truth.

i discard my suit and stand in the annoying thong that mr. stark insisted i wear to avoid having a visible panty line. he said it would be more embarrassing to have that than wear a goddamn thong. whatever, it doesn't even matter now. my brain is practically swimming in my head and making me sick to my stomach. i strip completely and prepare myself for a cold shower.

the next morning is quiet. i wake up earlier than usual for no good reason. maybe my brain just doesn't wanna give me the satisfaction of sleep. i step out of bed and tug a pair of sweatpants on over my hips along with a white t-shirt over my head. taking a deep breath, i make my way to the kitchen for some sort of breakfast, coming up with toast and a glass of orange juice.

my thoughts drift to edie, probably fast asleep in her bed. i hope she got to sleep last night, after everything that happened. that's the least she deserves.

something in my gut twists and i'm overwhelmed with the need to do something about this shitty situation. i'm fucking tired of walking on eggshells and making things worse, none of this is worth it.

with a deep breath, i allow my feet to carry me across the hardwood floors to edie's room with a glass of orange juice in my hand. the door is still off the hinges from when i ripped off accidentally. and there she is, sitting on her bed with a book in her hands. she looks peaceful and for a second it loosens the knot in my chest.

i clear my throat, "orange juice?" i extend my hand with the glass towards her.

her head snaps up and she meets my gaze. with an unreadable expression on her face, she sets the book down in her lap and gently closes the cover. my arm starts to shake from holding it still for too long and i pull it back to my chest. her head tilts the slightest bit at me, her eyes wandering over my body.

i shiver under her watch, suddenly extremely self-conscious about my clothes and my hair and the small pimple forming on my chin and-

"will you go to the store and get me some paint?" she asks, her question throws me off, "i can't stand these blank walls anymore. i'm thinking a soft yellow color will do just fine," she finishes. i bob my mouth like a fish and can only nod my head at her.

before i go to leave the room, she makes one more request, "leave the orange juice?” there is the smallest hint of a smile on her lips, and that’s enough for me.

edie's pov

when peter got back from the store, i had just finished the book i started last night. with no intention of sleeping, i pulled it out of the suitcase i had yet to unpack and got comfortable on the bed. just as i set it down, peter skid to a halt right outside my doorframe.

out of breath, he says, "i got two gallons of paint and a couple of brushes and those wheely things and...uh here." he holds the buckets of paint and bags out in front of him.

i smile at the boy. after last night's events, i've come to a conclusion; everything that happened up to that point was just a weird fluke in our friendship. all the strange feelings and awkward glances could be boiled down to one thing; us being alone in the compound. it was just hormonal teenage tendencies and it's truly nothing to worry about. every one of my feelings were just the result of built up emotions that showed themselves in weird ways. things can go back to normal now.

"thanks, pete. could you help me pull the bed away from the wall?" i chirp at him. for a second it seems like he's frozen in place, then a smile spreads across his face and he lets out a breathy little laugh.

"uh, yeah. of course." he replies and grasps the opposite side of the bed that i'm on. with a simple tug, the frame scrapes across the floor and comes to rest in the middle of the room. we both stand up straight and his eyes meet mine, he smiles wider.

"alrighty, let's get going then, yeah?" i huff out. with that, we each pour out paint into our respective pans and get to work. i take the south two walls and peter claims the north. i find myself enjoying the silence that falls between us.

every once in a while, i feel his eyes on me. i know when the other side of the room is completely silent, he's watching me. it doesn't bother me, i know he must feel bad about last night. that person wasn't peter and i know that. i just hope he'll forgive himself.

when i get to the parts of the wall i can't reach, i drag a stool in from the kitchen to stand on. unfortunately, it isn't enough height to allow me access to the top of the high ceiling. with a huff, i hop down and look around my room for something else to use. peter has turned his attention back to his side of the room and seems to be having a much easier time reaching the top, he’s much farther along than i am too.

after finding nothing else that could help, i climb back up on the stool and stand on my tiptoes, stretching as far as i can, giving me just enough height to get the job done. i smile at my victory and continue with a sense of pride. throughout this whole time, not one thought drifted to the scar on my side.

peter's pov

she looks beautiful, her frame stretching to reach the remaining white spots on the wall. i just finished the first coat on my side of the room when i set my paint roller down and stand back to admire her. the cotton fabric of her shirt is riding up her side, showing enough skin to let me see a part of her scar. i haven't seen it since it was first being mended back together by the fancy laser pen. it looks a lot better than it did, without the blood and all.

yet, it's still hard to look at. the line of it stretches along a good portion of her body. the marred skin still red and bruises are starting to form around the edges. my mind flashes back to the feeling of her in my arms when she collapsed, then to the sight of her in the tub. two contrasting events that made my feelings for her change.

edie's pov

"gotcha bitch!" i yell in triumph as i finally reach a part of the wall i was working on longer than i'd like to admit. the victory doesn't last long though as i survey the remaining sections of white. hiding my annoyance, i hop off the stool and move it to a new area, heart set on staying positive during these...trying times.

i'm back to painting for a few minutes and the other side of the room has gone silent again. i try to hide the small smirk that creeps along my lips, knowing what the silence entails. i know i vowed to forget everything that happened last night, but i'm growing to like the new attention from peter, whatever it may mean. i continue painting.

warm fingers brush against my exposed side and my body flinches at the contact, causing the wandering fingers to pull back. i squeeze my eyes shut and lower my hand holding the paintbrush. i don't want to turn my head. i don't want to move at all, but knowing the fingers belong to peter gives me a sense of relief, he's just curious. so i let him be.

peter slowly lifts my shirt ever so slightly and places one finger at the top of my scar, right under my ribcage. he drags it down along the jagged line, slow enough i'm not even sure it’s actually happening. his fingers feel nice on my hot skin, making my body shiver. he continues to run a single finger around the outline of the wound. every time he reaches my hip, his touch lingers just the tiniest bit longer.

this is okay. he's just curious. it isn't scary, it's...nice.

when he presses his lips to my skin, my heart explodes. i want to stop him, to tell him he doesn't have to do this. he doesn't have to touch me this way. i don't want him to touch me this way.

oh, but that would be a lie.

"peter..." i whisper, hands shaking along with my legs that still stand on the stool.

he trails soft, wet kisses down my side and hums a 'yes' at the sound of his name. each kiss is placed delicately on the edge of the scar, following the sharp line of it.

"what are you...?" i trail off when he lets out a soft hush between kisses. my head is reeling and my heart is beating faster than i ever thought possible. once peter reaches my hip, i force myself to slowly turn my body towards him. he's now eye level with my torso and i tentatively slide my fingers through his soft hair. he tilts his head up to look at me with his warm brown eyes. he wraps his arms around my body hesitantly and rests his hands on the small of my back.

"hi." he whispers sheepishly.

i let out a sound that can only be described as a sad laugh that got caught in my throat. i'm simply beyond words as i just stare down at the sweet boy with the widest, brightest smile i can manage. he breaks our gaze and peppers more kisses across my stomach. his touch is so gentle, so soft and careful.

"so so beautiful," he mumbles each word between every perfectly placed kiss. his lips linger in all the right spots, igniting a fire in my belly- among other places. the feeling is intoxicating. he is intoxicating. i want more. more of him and his sweet words.

i grab his fingers and thread them through my own. his lips break away from my skin and he peers up at me again, the smallest smile on his face. he takes my hands and wraps them around his neck, then he does something that throws me off my feet, literally. his hands slide down my body to take hold of my thighs and with one quick motions he lifts my feet off of the stool, making a gasp rise from my throat. peter lowers me down to his level and taps my legs with his fingers, whispering a soft come here, prompting me to wrap them around his waist.

i suck in a deep breath, staring into his dark eyes, "what is going on?" i ask in disbelief. he lets out a deep chuckle and kisses my forehead as he simply shakes his head. i furrow my brows at him.

he carries me over to the bed, still in the middle of the room and sits down on the edge, holding me tight in his lap. i'm in awe at his strength. and the way he treats me like the most precious thing in the world. peter leans forward and rests his forehead against mine. after a few long seconds, he whispers gentle words against my lips,

“i’ve wanted to do this ever since we got to this stupid compound.”

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Trial & Error | chapter 1.

A/N: hey guys ik this is really random for my page but i got bored lol pls enjoy??

Main Pairing: (jimin): student/idol x (main): foreign student

Side Pairs: main x taehyung,, main x (nct) jaehyun

CHAPTER 1

"I still can't believe you're moving."

You sighed, leaning your head on your boyfriend's shoulder. "Don't remind me."

It had been a month since your parents had told you about the big move and school would be starting the next week, which is when you'd be moving.

Ryan lied his hand on your thigh as he squeezed it a bit. "I was thinking, you know," he started, "since you're moving and all... y/n, don't you think it'd be better if we--"

You already knew where this was going. "Break up?" you finished for him. He didn't say anything, causing you to chuckle a bit. "It's alright," you told him. "I've been thinking the same thing."

"You have?"

You took your head off of his shoulder, looking him in the eyes. "Yeah. I mean, it only makes sense, right? What would be the purpose of staying together?" You gave him a small smile of which he returned. You and Ryan had only been together for 5 months, not really making it a big deal.

"You know I care about you, right?"

"Yes," you confirmed. "Same goes here. Just because we're 'ending this', doesn't mean we're ending us. I'll still keep in contact with you and check up here and there."

Smiling at you, he stuck his pinky finger out. "Promise?"

You quickly interlocked your pinky with his. "Promise."

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Turns out, saying your goodbyes to your friends wasn't the hard part. You already knew this was going to be a problem but you had been in Korea for over two hours and still had yet to find someone that spoke English. You guys began to settle in your apartment with the help of moving guys, and you had decided that you wanted to take a look around, maybe buy a snack.

Little to no avail, you couldn't find many American snacks like you were expecting to, and when you did, they surely didn't taste the same. Anyway, you was trying to make your way back to your new home when you realized you didn't know where you were going. Google Maps was acting up, and you were too afraid to attempt the Korean you actually did know with local natives. Therefore, you tried to ask, using as much broken English as you could to make it simple on them. However, they weren't very helpful but at least they all seemed nice. You thought maybe if you made one more attempt, you could have hit the jackpot. "Uh, excuse me sir."

The older man stopped in his tracks and stared at you. "Uh... Yes?" He asked, sounding quite nervous.

Right then and there, just from his tone, you knew he wasn't going to be much useful. You politely smiled. "Never mind." You bowed and he went on with his day. Ugh, why were you so scared to speak Korean. You were actually pretty good at it at some point due to your childhood best friend, Shi Ah. Practically her sister, you two were around each other all the time and you easily picked up the language. It was fun because you guys would always say things about people with them right there without them knowing what you two were speaking about.

But, unfortunately, Shi Ah had to move to China Freshman year due to a job opportunity for her journalist parents. The goodbye was extremely hard but you both eventually moved on, you becoming best friends with Mariana and Riley, her doing God knows what. You even fell out of touch so you had no idea what she’d been up to the past few years. It was sad but it quickly became your new normal.

Anyway, you knew, eventually you were going to have to get over your fear of speaking Korean but until then, you sighed and took in the scenery surrounding you to see if anything looked familiar, but nope. You stood there, deciding that maybe it was time to call a parent. As you went to dial your moms number, you suddenly become very distracted.

"Lost?" you heard a voice say.

You looked up from your phone to the girl that now stood in front of you. "You speak English?" you stupidly asked. The girl laughed. "I'm sorry," you apologized, realizing how rude you probably sounded.

"Don't be, it's understandable. What can I help you with though?" The girl was really pretty. She had perfect skin with long blonde hair and bangs that made her wide eyes stand out.

You let out a breath, looking down at your phone. "I need help getting back home."

She giggled. "Already? Come on." She then proceed to walk ahead of you as you, confusingly, followed.

"But wait, you haven't even asked where I live."

"Its alright, we're in the same neighborhood. I saw you earlier," she explained. It then made sense. However, you had not seen her. The girl was gorgeous, you must admit, so you would have remembered seeing her.

"So we're neighbors," you stated.

"Yup."

"What's your name?"

Still walking, she looked back at you and smiled. "Jinsoul. But my English speaking friends call me Zoè. Say which ever you'd like."

You nodded, repeating her name in your head a few times. A habit you picked up in order to remember people’s names.

"And you?" she asked.

"Y/n."

"That’s pretty," she complemented you. “It’ll be hard to forget.”

Only a short block later, you guys were back into the neighborhood. "Thank you so much," you said as you began to reach your doorstep. "I owe you."

After exchanging numbers, she informed you that she only lived a corner away from you and that if you ever needed anything, you could just ask.

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The next day, you were starting school. You walked around the corner and saw your mom in the kitchen cooking breakfast. You knew that your Dad didn't leave the house until 9 am. "Morning, Mom," you greeted her.

She turned away from the pancakes she was in the middle of making and smiled at you. "Y/n! Morning baby, are you excited for school?"

You shrugged your shoulders while smirking as you placed your back pack on the kitchen island table. "I guess. I don't really know what to expect though."

"Well if there's any advice I can give you, it's : Don't stress. Seriously, it'll make everything go wrong."

Instead of a reply, you sighed, still feeling sleepy. "Why are you up so early?" you asked her.

She then proceeded back to making the pancakes. "For you."

"Oh no, you didn't need to do that, Mom. I'm about to leave out."

She looked at you with a confused expression on her face. "Well then what are you going to eat?"

"There's a store around the block, I was just gonna grab a quick snack and head to the school early."

"Early?" she wondered.

You shook your head. "Yup. Want to get my schedule 100 percent accurate and get a mini tour of the building before it gets too crowded." Your mom kind of smirked, looking at you from the side of her eyes. You giggled. "What?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "Nothing, it's just nice seeing you be responsible and positive on the first day. I know you didn't exactly picture your senior year to go this way but I just want you to make the best of it and I think you're off to a good start so far, sweetie."

You smiled. She was right, you guess. You did feel very out of place but not in a bad way exactly. You'd rather be home but you weren’t. You were in Seoul, South Korea and what would you be able to do about it? Nothing. So why not do what you can and make it a good experience rather than a negative?

She then turned the stove off and fully looked at you. "Get going. Have a nice day of school!"

As soon as you left the apartment building, you saw the girl from the day before walking in your direction. She beamed widely at your appearance. "Y/n!" she yelled.

You gave her a gentle smile, waiting for her to catch up with you. Once she did, you both continued walking together. "You look nice for your first day."

"Thanks, you look nice too!"

You started to think that she was also going to the store. So you both walked in silence for a little bit until you arrived there. The bell dinged on the door as she opened it. The older cashier man looked at you strangely. She noticed this. "Don't mind him," she said. "He does this to everyone."

You shook your head understandingly. "Okay."

She went over to the fridge section and grabbed banana milk, as did you, then a pack of peanuts and you went up to pay for your stuff while she was still looking. Once she was done, you two stepped back out into the hot heat. Only a few moments later, a group of three good looking guys showed up, talking amongst themselves as they headed to school as well in their uniforms. This made you believe you were getting closer to the bus stop.

On the side of you, you heard Jinsoul let out a slight laugh, making you turn to her. She was looking at the boys. Next thing you knew, they were looking back at her and walking over towards you guys. "A-are they coming over here?" you stuttered.

"Looks like it," she replied cooley, a small smirk glued to her face.

You quickly gave your hair a little fix as you both suddenly stopped walking, waiting for the boys to join.

"Yah, Jinsoul!", one of them said. He continued to speak in Korean as you zoned out, worried about if they would try to speak to you too. Sooner or later, you heard your name being said by Jinsoul and the boys all kind of glanced your way, throwing you off track.

They eventually turned their attention back to Jinsoul, continuing their conversation. All except the one boy, whom was the most adorable of them all. He blankly stared at you, his eyes even squinting a bit.

You shifted one foot to the other as you looked down at the pavement, slightly uncomfortable with this. You then heard him laugh and when you looked back up, he was smiling at you. You nervously smiled back before he finally went back to paying attention to Jinsoul. They spoke in some more Korean.

After a good minute or two passed, you heard them saying goodbye, the cutest one being the only one to wave at you. Once they were out of ear shot, you turned to Jinsoul. "Uh, Jinsoul?"

"Hm?" she wondered, nonchalantly.

"Who were they?"

She laughed loudly before covering her mouth quickly. "Really?" she asked. "You really don't know who they are?"

Of course you didn't know who they were, why was she expecting you to? You tilted your head slightly. "I mean, I'm not from here," you explained.

"True." She began to walk again, you following. "They're all idols."

"Idols?" you wondered. "As in?"

"As in 'famous', y/n."

You slightly hesitated, letting this new profound information soak into your brain. "Famous as in?"

"They sing. Dance. Rap. They're idols. K-pop idols."

You knew of K-pop, you looked it up upon arriving to Seoul but were no expert at it and of course the only people you ever even slightly heard of were Psy, Exo and Got7. Other than that, you were completely ignorant to the Korean pop industry. "Are they all in the same group?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "Two of them are. The other one, aka, my friend, is still a trainee, which means he hasn't debuted yet but he's training to."

"Interesting." You walked a few more seconds in silence until you absolutely had to ask their names. Specifically for the one guy.

She deviously smiled, already knowing what was up your sleeve. "I see what you're doing," she stated. "But if you insist. My friend's name is Bae Joon Young. We call him Jacob. The other one is Kim Taehyung and the one that you seem interested in is Park Jimin."

"Jimin," you repeated. "But wait. If they're all famous, why were they in uniform to go to school?"

"Because they have to," she told you. "They all made an agreement that if they ever dropped out of school, they are eligible to be dropped from their company. Plus Taehyung and Jimin just debuted so they have to listen to their company right now. It's a pretty logical idea if I do say so myself."

You guys finally arrived at the bus stop and she explained to you what you would do after being released at the first stop. You both went to different schools. While you went to a Foreign school, she attended a performing arts school with a ton of other inspiring and/or famous people.

Of course you saw the boys again at the bus stop but they did not bother you guys this time, instead, they met up with their other friends that were also at the bus stop. The bus eventually pulled up around 7:30am and everyone got on board. Since both schools were basically right across from each other, all students got off at the same spot too. The only difference is that you and about two other students had to walk an extra block before actually getting to the International school. Once you finally arrived there, you took a deep breath and headed inside.

A/N: Bruh, I’m sorry this chapter was so BORING but it was the 1st. It should get a lil more interesting moving forward since we got most introductions out of the way. More Jimin to come next chapter!

ALSO: I’ll be putting a gif of a main character each chapter at the end! For this chapter, we have Jinsoul, the friendly neighbor and school bus buddy!

STAY TUNED

PART 2

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Oh I hope you guys do get to have a party sometime soon!! That'd be so exciting. And grrr yes I know the feeling. If it weren't for friends, I'd be happy to study at home tbh :(

aaah yes I understand that!! Tho wow you're so cute istg 😭😭 hmm, for me, I guess it would be any job related to small kids?? Like children under 8? Because I really don't have the patience to deal with children. But I love jobs with customer service, so we're opposites hehe >.< Tho my favourite would be if I could do something entrepreneurial. I haven't thought of this much but I hope to be able to after my exams. and I'm also very sure you'll find the job perfect for you in the future!! That way you'll actually enjoy doing it, because it plays to your strengths :')

NO EXCUSE ME YOU'RE SO CUTE. I find Hinata ADORABLE for that, and the fact that you do that too?? Cute as hell 😭💖

Idon't fluster my friends at all, they know me too well. But there was a new guy who sat in front of me, last year, and everytime I flirted with him, he got soooo flustered. So that was really cute to me. I hope we'll still sit near each other this year too :) and aaah your flirting must've been so sweet for him to stutter. Not surprised. I'd probably react the same way to you😭😣

I'm sorry 🥺🥺 >.< But I'll definitely remember it now!! And awww dumplings are literally so wonderful. They're like tiny little packages with everything delicious inside them. sounds to me like you'd like Chinese cuisine tbh 😣😣💖💖

good for you, you're literally the ideal friend grrr I'm so proud to have you. I'm that irresponsible friend, sometimes. And other times I'm like the most responsible person on the planet. Depends on the task and day, I suppose xD

oh noooo please don't worry about it >:(( it was just a random thing I saw on Wikipedia.

awww I see! I never really owned all those books either hehe... I borrowed the Percy Jackson series from a friend at first (and now I'm slowly saving up to buy the entire collection, one book at a time), and I downloaded the e-book for Harry potter. I'm pretty good at downloading free pdfs online (which really isn't something I should be proud of, but oh well) and if you ever need a book, do let me know :> I'd be happy to email it to you xD 💖💖💖

Not surprising at all. Your love for cheese is so endearing to me.

AYO‼️‼️ REMINDER FOR SHIRO; PLEASE DRINK YOUR WATER SIR, OR I'LL FLY TO KAZAKHSTAN AND MAKE SURE YOU STAY HYDRATED😾😾

thank you very much!! I hope I'll be able to do it well :D don't wanna disappoint or bore anyone :<

I love you too, did your day go well? I've just been glued to my desk. I've been studying since morning hhh, but I've gotta go in for work tomorrow so ://

AND OMG SLDHSKSJSK THAT'S SO CUTE 😭😭😭 I'D TOTALLY WATCH THAT VIDEO !! CHISHIYA'S CAT EARS JUST EXTENDED MY LIFE BY TEN YEARS. he's a catboy, wbk 😼😼😼

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Yes yes I hope so too!!! I'll bring my quiche😼😼 our tutor is obsessed with them and gets so happy when I make them xD my friends love them too. Istg if I wont handle being a translator I'm going to a cooking school🙄🤚 I'd actually prefer that but uh ... alright this made me reconsider ??!?! What if I become a cook!!! (Ok that's just my impulsive thoughts, I'll stick with it as a plan B hehe)

Ohhh yeah me too,,, kids are reallyyyy different from each other and I wont be able to keep up with all if them either~ also, no way, you're cuter. Also, entreprjsjdjs !!!! That's so cool, basically setting up businesses and stuff? Sounds difficulttttt though if you really wanna then go for it!!! Good luck, Shortcake heheh

Ehshwjdd Kuro says that too, every time I do that he goes "alright, Shoyo" I GET SO EMBARRASSED HAHA

AWHHH😭😭 The poor boy, I can imagine his face xD that sounds so adorable, I hope you get to see him soon as well^^ I really dont remember what I said, I just remember the face I made (like a lenny face with kuroo's smirk?? Ok that one sounds so scary but that's probably what I looked like XHMDNDJWJD) and the face he made and honestly, its still the funniest thing EVER

To be honest, me too. I really wanna go check out that one Chinese restaurant on the other side of the city, but its really expensive, so uh, hopefully I'll get to try it later XD everything looks so good there though, cant wait to try them someday.

Flwxmsmfm I'm really glad to have you as well🥺💕 also same, it really depends on how the stars are aligned 😭😭

Ohh~ I see, hehe. I really wish I could focus better. Its probably not a good excuse, but I cant finds single place where I can properly read:/ I swear I need to be locked up so all I can do is read😭 but I'll definitely message you if I ever need one, thank you!!!

Hahah, I never thought I'd hear someone say that my obsession with cheese is endearing, but its pleasantly surprising XD

YEAH I WILL!!! I'm getting a bottle with a straw tomorrow, I dont like drinking water in big volumes so using a straw is the best next thing hehe

Heyy dont say that!! You wont disappoint anyone, trust me! You're such a sweet and fun person, I'm a hundred percent sure everyone will love you!!!<33

I'm so sorry I havent responded earlier!!!! I've been getting like 2 seconds to check my phone and honestly today was very exhausting, I dont really wanna talk about what exactly happened, but it's nothing bad, promise!! No I didnt kill anyone, dont worry

That sounds so tiring too:(( I really hope you're not overworking yourself!!! Please take breaks🥺🤍

HNDMSMDJDJS HE IS 100%

Do you want me to send you the picture without the texts ??? Anyways I'm gonna send it to you either way hehe

I love you so much!! I'm so tired rn but responding to you made me so happy, thank you😔🤍

#Ari💕

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