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asthmark · 5 years ago

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❝ only us ❞, n.jm

summary → it was obvious to anyone that you guys had practiced this various times. or maybe it was just natural chemistry? jaemin isn’t sure what’s worse.

request → “could you write about bestfriend jaemin getting jealous when he sees you kiss jeno for a play at school that you're in” (anon)

word count → 3k

a/n → this request made me so incredibly happy because all the knowledge i acquired my musical phase finally came in handy!! also i haven’t listened to dear evan hansen since i downloaded the illegal bootleg on my laptop like last year so i don’t remember much abt it :( i just kind of described it really vaguely lol anyway hope u enjoy ;)

jaemin dropped his backpack carelessly onto the floor of the crowded cafeteria. he set his plate down on the lunch table, not even glancing at you as he eagerly dug into his food.

“sorry i’m late,” he says to you, eyes concentrated on the orange citrus in his hand. his fingers skillfully begin peeling off the skin. “i had to stay a couple minutes after history class as punishment for eating during the lesson.”

you roll your eyes, an amused smile on your face. “disappointed but not surprised.”

at hearing this comment, he glares at you. “hey, i didn’t have breakfast today and my stomach was growling like, really loud! seriously, it sounded like a whale mating call or something.”

“and who’s fault is that?” you ask, tucking your hands beneath your chin.

he frowns as he pops an orange wedge in his mouth. “mine, i guess. but it’s only because coach told me i should eat less if i wanna play better. something about less body mass making it easier to move around the court.”

“well, i’m pretty sure he didn’t mean skipping out on entire meals, doofus,” you retort. “breakfast is the most important meal of the day, isn’t that what everyone says?”

“true.” suddenly, his eyes light up. “so, you’re gonna start bringing me breakfast in the morings?”

you raise an eyebrow. “i’m sorry, when did we decide on that?”

he flashes you one of his infamous na jaemin smiles. “just now.”

“yeah well, tell your coach you’ll be losing that weight because there’s no way i’m going to wake up at the crack of dawn just to get you a mcmuffin.”

“but it would make my mornings so much better,” he whines. “having basketball practice so early sucks but with my cute little cheerleader there it would be totally worth it... the mcdonald’s is a bonus.”

you can’t help but laugh. “sorry nana, but i prefer sleeping in over watching a bunch of sweaty guys toss a ball around at 6 a.m.”

“fine... buy me a coffee after school and i’ll let you slide.”

“maybe tomorrow, i’ve got theatre today.”

“well, after that then,” he suggests.

you shake your head. “but then you’d have to wait and we’re doing a full rehearsal today.”

he shrugs. “i can wait, i don’t have practice.”

“yeah but i know how you are, na jaemin. you have the attention span of a goldfish.”

“not when it comes to you. you always have my attention.”

you’re about to laugh at what you assumed had been a purposefully cliché one-liner on his behalf but there’s no sign that he was joking. his devilish smirk and teasing eyes that usually appeared when he flirted with the girls on campus were nowhere to be found. instead you’re met with a straight face and his glimmering eyes that seem almost expectant, concentrated on you only. it takes you by surprise. was he being serious or something? the thought alone has your heart beat steadily increasing.

“okay fine, fine. anything for you to stop staring at me like that.”

he tilts his head to the side, resembling a lost puppy. “staring at you like what?”

“like—“ you pause, debating on whether or not you should say it. “like you’re in love with me or something.”

he only chuckles. “you have no idea.”

you almost choke on your sandwich. before you have a chance to ask him what in the world he meant by that, one of his teammates from the basketball team appears behind him, stealing his attention away.

“hey jaem,” donghyuck greets as he ruffles the younger boy’s hair. “coach just called a team meeting.”

“right now?” jaemin asks, displeased.

the brunette nods, folding his arms over his chest.

jaemin suppresses a groan as he stands and grabs his belongings. “sorry y/n. i’ll see you later for your rehearsals, okay?”

you nod. “see you later, nana.”

“bye jaemin’s girlfriend!” donghyuck exclaims receiving a punch in the arm from your ‘boyfriend’ although he doesn’t deny.

“i’m excited,” comments jaemin later that day. he has a bright grin on his face as you make your way through the hallway to the multipurpose room where you usually went for theatre club .

“oh really? i didn’t know you liked musicals.”

“well not really. but i like you.”

for the second time in one day, jaemin catches you off guard. you kick yourself for letting his shamelessness get to you. after all, wasn’t he like that with every girl? he had always been a charmer, you knew that before you had even met him.

na jaemin—point guard and certified flirt.

the only reason you had grown closer was due to him being in critical need of academic help and your teacher seeing you as a fit tutor. at first everyone found it amusing; the classic popular guy and quiet girl cliche. nobody had expected that you two would become practically glued by the hip. especially not you. maybe that was why you were so opposed to jaemin flirting with you. you were best friends but you knew how he was: not interested but never one to turn down any kind of attention. there was just no way that among so many girls you would be an exception.

“well, i hope you can like me for two hours because that’s probably how long this is gonna take,” you say, trying to move the conversation forward.

“i already told you, i have nowhere to be!” he exclaims. “besides, when would i ever turn down an opportunity to stare at you for a couple hours?”

you can’t help but roll you eyes, playfully. “please refrain from using any of your cheesy pick up lines on me while we’re there.”

“why?” he whines. “are you embarrassed of me?” when you turn to look at him he’s making those ridiculous puppy eyes that he knows you find hilarious.

you snort at seeing the familiar face. “when you do that, definitely.”

“alright fine. i’ll try to be on my best behavior in front of your little theatre friends.”

“thank you.” despite not believing a word he says, you still push open the door leading to the multipurpose room.

before you even get one foot in the door, your cast mate is already in your face.

“y/n, finally!” he says, looking beyond relieved at your presence. “i thought you’d never come! c’mon, you gotta change into your costume so we can start.”

“it’s not even opening night, jeno, calm down!” you say, laughing. “and i’m only a couple minutes late, it’s fine.”

he frowns. “you know how anxious i get. everything needs to be perfect.”

“yeah i know, sorry renjun.”

jeno makes a face, showcasing his disgust with your comment that compared him to your strict director. “shut up, you’re gonna summon him.”

“summon who?”

speak of the devil.

you shake your head at renjun who has appeared besides jeno. “not important.”

he smiles sarcastically, brushing his blonde bangs out of his face. “oh good. so can we move on to the actually important things now? like how you’re 6 minutes late?”

you sigh. “i had to wait outside jaemin’s class that’s on the other side of campus, sorry.”

but renjun doesn’t seem to care about your apology. instead, his attention has shifted to jaemin who stands behind you, hands stuffed into his pockets and eyes curiously observing the interactions between you and your friends.

“hello there.” your director moves past you, extending his hand towards your best friend which he takes awkwardly. “pleasure to meet you. you’re on the basketball team, right? i heard you scored the winning touchdown at the last game. congrats!”

“um, it’s just called a point in basketball but... thank you.”

renjun ignores jaemin’s correction. “is it your first time visiting the theater club?”

the brunette nods.

“oh, that’s wonderful! do you plan on coming to see our play on the 15th of this month?”

jaemin scratches the back of his head. “um... to be honest, i didn’t even know you guys had one coming up.”

renjun laughs, harder than usual. “that’s quite alright. it’s called ‘dear evan hansen’. it’s about the trials of high school life for a depressed teen who’s caught in a huge lie.” his hands fly around wildly, using them for emphasis as he dramatically explains the plot to jaemin. “you should come support us!”

“well, i would love t—“

“great! entry is $10.00, cash only. and definitely invite the rest of the basketball team!” with that, renjun rushes off, shouting something about how that was ‘exactly how to sell tickets for the play’ to the rest of the staff.

jaemin gives you a confused stare. “what just happened?”

you chuckle and give him a pat on the back. “you just experienced firsthand what we call here at the theater club the huang renjun effect. never fails to suck somebody into buying tickets for our shows.”

“well, now i kinda wanna buy one.” he turns to you, his eyes widening so big it’s comical. “wow, he’s good.”

“he’s more of a salesman than a director, that’s what you always say, right?” you turn to jeno who nods at the statement. “oh, this is jeno, by the way. he’s one of the few people around here who is not crazy.”

jeno waves at jaemin who smiles weakly at him, too busy observing his physique to say anything. his costume consisted of a blue polo shirt that made his biceps and veiny arms much more prominent. the shirt was pretty tight as well, making his toned chest and torso visible to just about anyone. the khakis he wore were fitted and his thick thighs were impossible to ignore. jaemin can’t help but wonder what a guy with his body was doing in a theatre club when he could be such a useful player on the court.

he looks up at his face, his cheeks curved into a smile that reached his squinted eyes. he would admit, he was a good looking dude. he then glances at you and realizes—you spent almost everyday with jeno. he feels guilty for it but he can’t stop himself from feeling slightly threatened by your cast mate.

jeno clears his throat, trying to ignore the awkward silence that has settled upon the three of you. “um, it was nice meeting you.” he shifts his attention to you. “i’m gonna finish getting ready.”

once he has left, you let out a giggle that you had been holding in during the entire exchange. “what’s the matter? you got all choked up just now. look, i know jeno’s hot but you gotta keep your cool just like the rest of us, okay?”

he frowns as he folds his arms over his chest, your last comment only fueling his feelings. “quit teasing me.”

“aw c’mon, you know i gotta give you a hard time,” you say, knocking his shoulder with yours. “it’s my duty as your best friend.”

before he can even respond, renjun’s voice is heard, being amplified by the megaphone in his hand. “rehearsals will start in 15 minutes instead of 5 because y/n wants to chit-chat with her friend instead of going to hair and makeup!”

you scowl at having been called out. “alright, i’ve gotta go get ready. please enjoy the show, though, okay?”

jaemin nods, smiling at seeing the genuine glint in your eyes. “of course.”

you were reaching the half point of the musical and jaemin had already cried twice.

with the looks he was receiving from the stage crew and even some of the cast members up on stage, he could tell they hadn’t expected him to be as emotional as he was but he couldn’t help it. the play was incredibly sad and he found himself not even knowing who to pity.

there was jeno’s character, evan hansen, who was stuck in a hole he had dug himself into but there was still a bit of him that was innocent and so helpless.

then there was connor murphy played by a kid named park jisung, who had only been around for a couple of scenes since his character was so tormented he had taken his life at the beginning of the play.

there were many other supporting roles, such as family members or friends and they all seemed to have their own issues but the character that truly got to him was yours.

you were playing zoe murphy, connor’s sister who was grappling with the death of her brother the entire musical, not sure whether to mourn him or remember him for the abusive person he was. in fact, your performance had tugged at jaemin’s heart strings so intensely that your solo song was the reason he had cried the first time around.

your acting skills had impressed him and your vocals left him stunned. all the times you and him had carpooled and sung the songs on the radio at the top of your lungs, he had never noticed your heavenly pipes. now that he had, he could feel himself becoming even more into you, if that was possible.

he sat on the edge of his seat, eyes focused intently on you and jeno as the 10th song began. as soon as the sound of the soft piano begins, jaemin prepares himself to shed tears once more but to his surprise, it seemed to be taking a more romantic turn.

he could only watch as you and jeno sang about being together and not letting go of each other... basically saying everything he wanted to tell you. he knew it was all a part of the act but seeing a guy as perfect as jeno pour his feelings out to you as you watched him with heart eyes and sang about how mutual it was proved to be incredibly tough. it made him feel like all his shameless flirts and stares that were too long to be just friendly were useless. why couldn’t making you his be as easy as jeno was making it seem?

before he can beat himself up for it anymore you and jeno lock lips. it isn’t just a quick peck, either. your hand tangles itself into his gelled back hair and his hand ends up on your waist as your lips move against each other, rhythmically. it was obvious to anyone that you guys had practiced this various times. or maybe it was just natural chemistry? jaemin isn’t sure what’s worse. all he knows is that he can’t take another second of watching you two engage in your passionate kiss when all he wishes is that he were in jeno’s shoes.

so, without a second thought he gets up and rushes out the door. he doesn’t look back at you because he doesn’t want to see the confusion and disappointment that will surely be on your face. he doesn’t want to deal with the consequences of his childish actions. he doesn’t stop running until he reaches the gym and takes a seat in the bleachers. he doubles over, head in his hands as he pants heavily in an attempt to catch his breath.

shortly after, much to his surprise, the door swings open and there you stand.

“what are you doing here?” he asks, sitting up straight.

“me? what about you, jaemin?” you approach him, slowly. “you just ran out of the room, for god’s sake. everyone’s worried, i’m worried.”

he feels another wave of guilt wash over him for interrupting your rehearsal and going against the one thing he said he was going to do: behave. “please go back. i’m fine, y/n. just needed a breather.”

“oh no,” you say walking up the stairs to the top row of bleachers where your best friend sits. “don’t ‘i’m fine, y/n’ me. you are most definitely not fine.” once you reach him you take a seat to his left, making sure to leave a generous space between you and him. “what happened back there? i swear, if renjun said anything to you i’ll personally make sure he never looks in your direction again.”

“no, it’s not that.” he pauses. “you and jeno were just—“ he trails off, his throat going dry.

you carefully place a hand on his arm, letting him know you would wait for anything he had to say.

“you were just really convincing.”

“well, isnt that a good thing?”

“it was... too much for me to see,” he confesses.

“so, what you’re saying is it’s too unrealistic? do we need to tone it down a bit?”

he nearly groans in frustration. “it’s not that! i wanted to be him, y/n! i want to feel your lips and hear about how much you want me!”

you retract your hand from his arm. “are you serious right now?”

he shoots you a harsh look and you notice how his eyes are glossed over, confirming just how serious he was. he gets up to leave, accepting his rejection before you grab his arm again and yank him down. he lands back on the bench and stares at you, visibly puzzled.

“if you would have waited a second longer you would know how badly i want those things too, you goldfish.”

the tears in his eyes fall but he still shoots you a toothy grin, showing he was anything but unhappy. you bring your hand up to his face, your thumb softly rubbing away the wet stains on his cheek. he unconsciously leans into your touch, never once breaking eye contact. once he’s had enough of delicate touches, he pulls you into his chest and you breathe in his scent—peppermint and coffee.

“i’m sorry.”

“for what?”

“for basically trading spit with jeno right in front of you.”

“it’s alright, baby... let me be the only person you practice that kiss scene with and i’ll let you slide.”

“deal.”

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turning-dreams-into-chaos · 5 years ago

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You Over Her

Request: Hello. I was hoping I could request a Peter Parker imagine where Peter goes to Y/N to ask for her help to tell M.J how he feels in FFH. Y/N has a crush on Peter but helps him but instead Peter falls for Y/N? Angsty to happy fluffy ending?

Requested by: @mintynapalm-blog

Paring: Peter Parker x reader

Word Count: 5.6K (this was longer and still shorter than I imagined?)

~Master~

~Marvel Master~

Peter had no idea how to tell a girl he liked her. He knew it, Ned knew it, you knew it, hell even May knew it. He somehow always managed to embarrass himself and never get the job done. Like right now as you sat in class next to Peter and Ned as they went over Peter’s plan to ask out MJ.

You were flipping through your book, barely reading it as you listened to Peter. “Okay, first I sit next to MJ on the flight.” He began as Ned and you nodded, humming a yes. “Second, I’m gonna buy a dual headphone adapter and watch movies with her the whole time.”

“Okay.” Ned said, prompting him to continue.

“Three, when we go to Venice, Venice is super famous for making stuff out of glass, right? So, I’m gonna buy her a Black Dahlia necklace, because her favorite flower is the Black Dahlia, because of, well...”

“The murder.” Ned filled in, you looked up just in time to see Peter with a lovesick smile. Your eyes shot back to your book as fast as they’d risen.

“Right. And four, when we go to Paris, I’m gonna take her to the top of the Eiffel Tower, give her the necklace. Five, I’m gonna tell her how I feel. And then six, hopefully she’ll tell me she feels the same way.” He finished with a satisfied smile on his face as he looked between you and Ned. Your focus was still on the book and Peter felt a little less successful.

“Oh!” Ned shouted, getting Peter’s attention. “Don’t forget step seven.”

Peter furrowed his brows as looked at you and Ned wondering if he was forgetting something. “Step seven?” he asked. Ned glanced at you briefly with a smirk as you quirked a brow.

“Don’t do any of that.” You let out a snort at Ned’s words, bringing a hand up to cover your mouth and prevent another from coming through. Peter’s whole face dropped at Ned’s words and you couldn’t help but feel bad for him. He must really like MJ.

So, you might’ve been crushing on Peter. Crushing putting in lightly.

“Y/NNN!!” Peter called at you, snapping you out of your slight daydream. You played if off and luckily neither Peter or Ned caught on. “I need your help.”

“My help? What the hell with?” you were already unnerved by the smile Peter was giving you and you weren’t looking forward to finding out what he wanted.

“Well you’re a girl.”

You blinked at him, your lips falling into a thin line. “Astute observation Pete.” You closed your book, moving to stand up and shove it into your backpack before Peter grabbed your arm.

“No! I just mean- I meant, you’re a girl. You’re good at these things, right?” He sounded desperate and with a sigh you sat down, slouching in your seat a little.

“Good at what? Asking someone out? Peter you know I’ve never asked someone out right?” You didn’t really want to have this conversation, but you knew Peter was going to keep asking.

“Well, you know how girls want to be asked out. You could help me, you know, ask out MJ.” Peter smiled at you and you groaned, closing your eyes.

Well shit, he had a point there.

“Please Y/N, you know I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t desperate. Please?” He gave you his puppy dog eyes, the ones you knew you could never say no to as you groaned, throwing your head back.

“Fine! Fine, I’ll help you.”

“No Y/N you can’t.” Ned said. Mentally you were relieved, but you didn’t understand and neither did Peter. “We were going to be bachelors in Europe Peter!” You had to laugh at his statement, both boys looking at you before Ned carried on. “Look, I may not know much, but I do know this: Europeans love Americans and more than half of them are woman.”

“Yeah I’m pretty sure that’s not true.” You told him, patting his back.

“Less than half are woman?” Ned clarified as you rolled your eyes, giving up.

“Sure Neddie. Sure.”

Peter groaned, getting your attentions again. “I really like MJ, Okay? She’s awesome, she’s funny in a sort of dark way, and sometimes I catch her looking at me.” He glanced over your shoulder, seeing MJ coming your way as his eyes widened. “Guys, she’s coming. Just don’t say anything.” You rolled your eyes, turning in your seat momentarily to send your friend a smile.

“What up, dorks? Excited about the science trip?” She asked, leaning into the table to stand next to you.

“Yeah, and Peter’s plan.” Ned said as Peter and you both looked at him with wide eyes. He wouldn’t tell MJ, right?

“What plan?”

“I-I don’t have a plan.” Peter blurted out.

Ned tried to make things better, only to make things worse. “No, he’s just going to collect tiny spoons while we’re traveling to other countries.”

MJ scrunched her face up, looking at Peter like he was crazy. “Like a grandmother?”

“It’s for his Aunt May.” You interrupted them, sending Ned and Peter a look to play along. “All the ones she collected were lost after the blip. Peter was going to buy some new ones for her.” MJ looked almost taken back by your response, the boys surprise almost matching until you kicked them both under the table.

“Uh, Yeah. T-they’re for May.”

“Wow, Peter. That’s really cool.” Peter smiled nervously to her, making your stomach drop slightly. “By the way, travel tip: You should probably download a VPN on your phone, just so that the government can’t track you while we’re abroad.” MJ said returning to the girl you knew. Peter chuckled, telling her the idea was smart before watching her walk away.

He turned to Ned, glaring at him before looking at you. “Don’t mention it Peter.” You gave him a smile before grabbing your book and headed towards the door.

“Well, I think that went great.” Ned shrugged as Peter nodded, sending him another glare before watching you disappear.

You flipped through the channels on the news while sitting on your couch, seeing reporter after reporter talking about the blip. You were about to turn it off before you saw Peter dressed as Spider-Man at what seemed to be a support rally. You sat up and listened to the reporters attack him, asking him if he was going to be the next avenger or how he was supposed to fill Tony’s shoes. You hated listening, about to turn it off before seeing Peter start to get anxious, leaving the interview as fast as he could.

You sighed, reaching for your phone and shooting Peter a quick text asking if he was alright. You didn’t expect Peter to answer after moments like these, he needed space and you knew that. But you couldn’t help but wonder if MJ texted instead of you, would he have answered?

Peter ended up texting you that night before he went to bed, apologizing for not answering earlier. You were already in bed when you got his text, and the one following asking if he could FaceTime with you.

You groaned checking yourself out in your camera. Your hair was a mess and you looked like you haven’t slept in days, but you ignored it knowing Peter’s seen you looking this bad before.

You pressed the call button and the moment his face popped up on your screen, you had to laugh. He was holding the phone way to close to his face and the lights of the room were off, the only brightness coming from his screen.

“Pete, pull the phone away!” You giggled as he let out a groan, pulling the device from his face slightly. You felt yourself gasp when you realized he was shirtless, and you hoped he hadn’t heard it.

“Why are you up so late?” He grumbled out, turning to lay on his back and bunching his pillow into his chin.

You looked over to the clock in your bedside table, reading the bright letters telling you it was half passed one in the morning. You shrugged at the screen. “I don’t know. Couldn’t sleep. ‘Sides, we leave for Europe tomorrow.” Peter groaned, running a hand over his face making you chuckle again. “Were you on patrol?”

He nodded, shooting you a lazy smile. “Yeah, figured I get one more night in before we leave.” In the dark, Peter looked at his empty suitcase. “I’d ask if you’re packed yet, but knowing you, you’ve been packed since we got back.”

“Hey, I am an organized person, okay. But Peter, please tell me you haven’t put off packing.” He gave you a grin, one that told you he did in fact put off packing. You scoffed, smirking at him. “So, any progress on dating MJ?” You didn’t know why you brought it up, it hurt you to think about, but you knew it was important to him.

“What? O-oh, Uh Nope. Not since class.” You started to nod because letting out a yawn, him making chuckle. “Y/N?”

“Yeah?” You asked before another yawn took you over, your eyes droopy.

“Go to sleep.”

“I’m fine Peter.” You lied. Peter didn’t say anything, just watching you yawn a third time. “I swear I wasn’t yawning a minute ago.”

“Aw, Y/N am I putting you to sleep?”

“Shut up jerk. Maybe I wouldn’t have been so tired if you would’ve gotten off patrol earlier.” You laughed but Peter didn’t laugh with you, instead his brows furrowing.

“You were awake because you were waiting for me? I thought you said you couldn’t sleep.” You realized what you had just said, telling Peter the real reason you stay up until 1:30.

You didn’t have time to respond before your dad opened the door. “Come on Y/N. You promised last night you’d go to bed earlier.” He flickered your lights before Peter’s chuckle made its way through the phones speaker and your dad stopped. “Good to bed, Peter.” He called out, watching you turn the phone to him.

“Sorry Mr. Y/L/N!” Peter said over the phone, both of you trying to keep yourselves from laughing as your dad sent you a knowing smirk. Behind the camera your eyes widened, glaring at him and silently pleading that he would stop and shut the door. He finally relented, turning your light off on the way.

You face palmed as you spun the phone around again, seeing Peter’s teasing smile. “Ooh, you got in trouble.”

“Yeah, Yeah, I know.” You sighed, looking at Peter through the phone. “Night Petey.”

“Good night Y/N.” Peter watched as you pressed the end call button, your face lingered on his screen for an extra second before it disappeared and he turned off his phone, bathing him in darkness as he worried about this trip.

The airplane was exactly how you expected it to be. The kids from your class were creating chaos as people tried to board, making you laugh and shake your head. You took your seat next to Brad and looked around for your friends. Betty and MJ were sitting in the row behind you and Peter and Ned were sitting on the window a couple rows ahead. You could see Peter kept glancing at MJ before you remembered his plan.

Step 1: Sit next to MJ on the flight

You thought about how to do this, tapping Betty on the shoulder. “Hey Betts, would you mind switching seats with Peter? He’s a little allergic to the perfume of the lady in front of him.” Betty furrowed her brows but stood up none the less, climbing over MJ and heading to the row Peter and MJ sat.

“Hey guys.” She said as Peter and Ned just stared at her, making her more confused. “Peter, Y/N said you needed to switch seats? Something about allergies.” One look at the face you were giving Peter told him that this was all part of your plan as he quickly got to his feet.

“Oh yeah! Uh, thanks Betty.” Ned let him out of the row as Betty took Peter’s seat, giving Ned a shy smile. When Peter passed you, you gave him a thumbs up before settling into your own seat. You hadn’t realized Brad was watching you with a raised brow and a smirk of his own.

“What?” you asked him as he shrugged, the smirk never leaving his lips.

“Nothing. Just thought it was weird you couldn’t switch with Parker. Especially since in doing so, you could sit next to your friends. But instead you’re here, sitting next to me.” You bit the inside of your cheek, grinning a bit yourself because Brad had a point.

“Maybe I wanted to sit next to you.” He let out a chuckle, knowing you were just messing with him to drop the conversation. You reached into your bag, pulling out your earbuds and putting them on your table. Brad watched you, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a dual headphone connector he had bought for this exact reason.

“Wanna share?” He offered, getting your attention. You looked between him and the connector before snickering under your breath.

“Sure Davis, why not.” Peter watched between the cracks of the chair as you plug your earbuds into Brads, putting them into your ears. He couldn’t help but shift uncomfortably in his seat at the sight before MJ nudged him.

“Dude, you okay?” She asked as he nodded, pulling his attention away from you onto her.

Step 2: Watch movies with her the whole time

Peter offered MJ the dual headphone connector. She shrugged as she plugged her headphones in, and Peter put on a movie that was something MJ liked. But he couldn’t help but look through the cracks of the seats to see you snort at the movie you and Brad were watching before covering your mouth, hoping no one heard or saw. But Peter did because right now, his attention was solely focused on you. And the way you rested your head on Brad’s shoulder to see the movie better.

And the way his stomach felt to be on fire, lighting his heart along with it.

The first stop on your trip to Europe was Venice and you couldn’t be happier. Brad decided to stick by you since the flight, you didn’t really mind honestly, Peter was trying to get with MJ and Ned had forgone his entire Bachelor’s in Europe plan when he and Betty started to date during the 9-hour-flight. You were all headed to the Saint Marco Polo’s Square basking in the sunlight as it hit your face.

“Y/N!” Peter called after you as you set off with Brad who was going to take your pictures for you. You turned around to see Peter jogging up to you as you pulled your sunglasses off, giving him a soft smile.

“Hey Pete. What’s up?” you could’ve sworn Peter sent Brad a glare, but you shook the feeling off, believing it to just be in your head.

Brad on the other hand, caught Peter’s glare and threw his arm over your shoulder. You raised a teasing brow at him, but he wasn’t looking at you but at Peter. “I uh, I was hoping you’d come with me to buy the um,” He seemed to pause in his words when he saw Brads fingers placed delicately on your exposed shoulders thanks to your top that cut off just above your navel and came up to tie around your neck. You tilted your head at him. “To buy the thing.” It took you only a second to remember step 3 of the plan.

Step 3: Buy her a Black Dahlia necklace

You made an ‘o’ shape with your mouth before turning to Brad, giving him a sweet smile and putting your hand on his arm. “Sorry, I kind of promised him. Rain check?” Brad didn’t want to, but he nodded, feeling you pat his arm before walking away with Peter.

Peter didn’t say anything as you kept stealing glances at him. You were getting kind of tired of the silence as you bumped your arm with his. “So, where’s this glass necklace shop?” You asked looking around.

Peter looks around, seeing the sign just ahead as he points. “It’s just up there.”

“Then what are we waiting for?” Peter was about to question you before you grabbed his hand, taking off running through the square. Peter laughed hard as he was forced to chase after you, seeing you glance back at him every so often with a wide smile that just made him more confused with his feelings.

The store came quicker than he hoped as you stopped running, dropping Peter’s hand from yours and panted slightly. You looked at the quaint store, marveling in its beauty before Peter held the door open you. Inside was even more lovely than the outside, every wall and case filled with glass designs as you began to look around.

“Buongiorno.” Peter told the older man behind the counter who repeated the saying, giving you both a warm smile. “Hi, I’m looking for a-“

The man stopped Peter before he could say anything else.

“No English.” He said as Peter’s face dropped. You grabbed Peter’s hand stepping up to the counter.

“il mio sta cercando una collana.” You spoke up as Peter looked at you with wide eyes. The man’s warm smile was back, directly pointed to you as you described the necklace to him. He made the necklace before holding it up for you and Peter.

“Fiore Nero.” Peter took the necklace into his hands.

“è perfetto.” You thanked the man for making it and Peter paid him before you both headed outside, Peter once again looking at you amazed.

“I didn’t know you knew Italian.”

You shrugged, pulling your sunglasses over your eyes when the sun hit them. “My mom loved Italy, she always promised to take my dad and here when I grew up. She started teaching me when I was young.” Peter’s smile fell a little when you mentioned your mom. He remembered the day 13-year-old you called him, crying over the phone and he had to beg May to drive him to your place just so he could comfort you. He knew how hard it was to lose your parents.

“Y/N-“

“What was step 4 again?” you interrupted him, not wanting to get into his conversation right now in the middle of Venice. Peter cleared his throat, looking straight ahead to where MJ was standing surrounded by birds.

“Give her the necklace on top of the Eiffel Tower.” He reminded you and you nodded, giving him a smile.

“Good, so now you have time to ensure she feels the same about you.”

“What are you talking about?” You rolled your eyes, looking around the square as you talked.

“Well, step 6 is hoping MJ feels the same and in order to for her to feel that way, you have to convince her.” You stopped Peter in his tracks, getting him to look at MJ playing with the birds. “Peter I’ve never had a boyfriend, okay? It’s pretty obvious that I don’t know how to get a guy to like me,” Peter wanted to object when you were too busy watching MJ to him as you kept talking, “but I know what a guy could do to get me to like him.”

It was pretty easy to figure out. It was everything Peter did.

Peter nodded his head, taking deep breaths as you laughed quietly, putting your hands on his shoulders to get him to look at you. “Peter, trust me, you’ll have no problems getting her to like you.” Peter’s lips curled up in a smile at your words, for a second you enjoyed the moment, but that moment was over as soon as you remembered you were trying to set him up with your friend. You cleared your throat, pulling your eyes back to MJ and taking your hands off his shoulder. “Just be honest with her. No one likes secrets, especially from a guy trying to ask her out.”

“Honest. Okay, I-I can do that.” He said as he bounced on his feet, getting his whole body in motion to hype himself up. You chuckled to yourself as you watched him, giving his shoulder a slight push in her direction. Peter stumbled as he started looking, turning back to you with wide eyes. You gave him a smile, one that Peter found to calm his nerves immensely as he inhaled, carrying on with the plan. You watched Peter walk away, literally right into MJ’s hands from yours. Your heart was drowning in your chest as you watched Peter and her talk, seeing the smiles he gave her and knowing they were nothing like the smiles he was giving you. You had to turn away at the sound of MJ’s laughter.

“Are you sure you should be helping him?” You jumped in your spot at the sound of Ned’s voice behind you. Your hand flew to your chest as you spun around to scowl at him, seeing Betty and him side by side. The smirk Ned wore made you glance over your shoulder briefly to Peter before shaking your head.

“And why shouldn’t I? I mean, he is my best friend.”

This time it was Betty’s turn to smirk at you. “Because you’re in love him.”

“Betty!” Your jaw dropped as she shrugged her shoulders, resting her head onto Ned. “I’m not in love with Peter.”

“Come on Y/N. Just be honest with him.” Ned mocked giving you a smile and you knew he overheard your conversation with Peter.

“It’s not that easy, Ned.” You sighed, feeling Ned’s arm around your shoulder as you walked away. “He likes MJ. I’m helping him ask out MJ. Not me.”

“So, you’re not gonna deny it?” Ned asked as he felt you chuckle in his arm.

“Would you believe me if I denied it again?” Betty and Ned shook their heads as you all snickered, moving on to visit Venice. You hadn’t realized that the moment you started walking away, Peter’s eyes were drawn to you, seeing you sulk with Ned and Betty. His brows were drawn together as he forgot about the girl who was playing with pigeons in front of him, focusing instead on you who was currently throwing your head back in laughter at something Ned or Betty had said.

Ned and Betty wanted to ride a gondola together and not wanting to be a third wheel or ruin their vacation, you opted out, telling them you just wanted to check out some of the shops. Your first trip to Venice wasn’t at all what you expected it to be, but you weren’t really complaining. It was a beautiful day out and the people were kind, always offering you smiles whenever they saw you. It wasn’t long after before you figured it was time to start finding your classmates. You were in a little boutique much like the one you were in with Peter before you started hearing screaming outside, you and the shop owner exchanging worried glances as you left the store. The moment you did, you regretted it, your jaw dropping at the sight of a huge water monster taking form in the canal. People ran by you shrieking, the woman you were with doing the same and grabbing your arm. The action snapped you out of your shock as your feet started running, trying to keep you from falling on your face.

The woman’s grip on you dropped when a piler landed between you, both of you jumping to the side to avoid being crushed. You had landed on the ground, your legs giving out under you before you felt someone pull you up. “Y/N!” He shouted, his hands cupping your face to make you realize it was Peter.

Your eyes couldn’t seem to focus before he started to pull you along, bringing you to an area that was semi clear. “Peter?” you cried out, getting him to look at you. He was soaked in his clothes, his hair draping in his face. “What is happening?” You looked at the water monster, buildings being broken as your heart raced. “What is that?!”

Peter didn’t know how to answer that, his wet hair flopping as he looked between you and the monster. “I don’t know. Just stay here.” He grabbed your hands, looking in your eyes. “Please tell me you’re staying here.” You mouth opened, trying to say something but nothing worked so you nodded, feeling Peter squeeze your hands before running away.

You didn’t know how long you stood there watching Peter battle the water monster attacking Venice. You were safe where Peter had left you. Keyword, were. A rush of water hit the building next to you, the wood cracking before it fell. You let out a scream, backing against the opposite wall. The wall connecting the two buildings together started to fall as well and you knew you had to get out of there.

You stepped out the store, dashing away as the building crumbled, sending you to the ground again. You groaned as you pushed yourself up, barely getting one foot flat on the ground before you let out a scream. Water fell atop you, knocking you over and slamming your head against the ground below you. A sharp pain went through the back of your head as the water cleared up. You coughed the water out of your lungs, clutching the back of your head and thanking the fact no blood had shown up but it didn’t last long before your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you passed out.

When the water monster was taken care of, thanks to some magical hero Peter had never met before, he immediately went back to where he left you. But when he saw the building you were last in collapsed on the ground; Peter felt his entire body give out. He took off running, ignoring the cries of his legs and his eyes as he jumped onto the rubble, pulling debris away left and right in hopes of finding you.

You couldn’t be gone. You had to be alright.

Peter’s cries turned into guttural screams as he neared the bottom, only seeing ground instead of you. He shouldn’t have left you there. He should’ve brought you to Ned or MJ. He was with MJ, just before the monster attacked but he left her with Brad, running off to find you as none of his classmates new about your whereabouts. Peter sucked in a breath, trying to keep from crying more as he grasped the fact if he hadn’t found you, maybe you were okay. Maybe you were with your friends. He felt around his pocket for his phone, pulling it out to find it waterlogged. He groaned, rubbing the palm of his hands to his eyes before he shoved the device into his pocket, stood onto his wobbly feet and started back to the crappy hotel you were hopefully in.

When he arrived, Mr. Harrington sighed in relief thanking the fact that Peter was alright. Ned was out of his seat, rushing to Peter’s side as Peter’s eyes scanned around the room for you, only to come up empty. The dread in his stomach only increased as he grabbed his friend’s shoulders, looking him in the eyes. “Ned. Where’s Y/N?”

Ned copied Peter’s stance, giving him a smile. “Calm down! Calm down. She’s fine. She’s in her room with MJ. She found her passed out on the ground and Brad helped carry her back here.” Ned was barely done with his sentence before Peter was running up the stairs three steps at a time, his classmates watching his frantic actions before turning back to the tv where Mysterio was being shown. Peter headed straight to your room, the door busting open to reveal you and MJ both jumping as you sat on the bed, MJ right next to you as you were wrapped in a blanket, holding an ice pack to your head.

Peter let out a shaky sigh, as soon as soon as he saw you, his lips turning into a smile when yours did. “Thank god.” He mumbled before making his way to the bed. You immediately jumped up, the ice pack and blanket falling off you as ran to Peter. His hands immediately went around your waist as you threw yours around his neck, letting him lift you into the air for a hug. His head nuzzled into the crook of your neck as he shook in your embrace.

MJ watched with a smirk before standing up from her chair, walking past you both and to the door. You pulled yourself from Peter to look at her. “I’ll leave you to it.” She winked at you as you gulped, looking to the floor before up to Peter. His eyes were locked on your face and watery, tears wanting to race down his puffy cheeks. He hadn’t even looked back at MJ, his sole focus on you as he brought a hand up to caress your cheek.

“Peter.” You whispered, feeling your voice crack.

“I thought I lost you.” He muttered, bringing his other hand up to your other cheek. You grabbed his wrists softly, gently rubbing your thumbs on his skin. “I thought I killed y-“

“No.” you stopped him, your hold on his wrists tightening briefly. “Don’t say that Peter. It wouldn’t have been your fault.”

“I’m so sorry.” He sobbed out, bringing you into his arms again. You held him close to you, letting yourself cry into his shoulder as he did yours. Peter knew you were right, but he was the one to tell you to stay there. And if you died without him telling you the truth…

Peter pulled away as fast as he could, startling you as your hands fell off him, both of you standing a few feet away. Peter didn’t say anything, making you nervous as he looked at you, just looking at you. You didn’t know if it was the concussion you were sure to have or the way Peter’s eyes glinted as he looked at you right now, his lips turning into the smile you grew fond of.

Peter knew the smile he’d given you was different than the one he gives everyone else, and much different than the ones he’d given MJ. The smiles he gave you were nowhere near the ones he gave her. The ones he gave you held emotions; it was Peter looking at you with a love he didn’t even know he had yet.

Step 5: Tell her how you feel

Just be honest with her

“Y/N I love you.” You froze under his gaze, your heart pounding through your ears, making you believe you heard him wrong.

“W-what?” You stuttered out. Peter’s confidence dropped, his smile dropping and making you realize you hadn’t heard him wrong. “Wait, you don’t mean that as ‘I love you, you’re my best friend’ right? I- I mean, what about MJ?”

Peter let out a light, airy chuckle, shaking his head and licking his lips. He didn’t say anything as he grabbed you by the waist, pulling you into him again and pressing his lips to yours. Your eyes closed, your hands slowly moving up to run your fingers through his hair. Peter feeling your fingers tug his locks, took the chance to deepen the kiss. When you pulled apart, your forehead rested onto his, noses nudging together. “Y/N, I’d choose you over her every day.” His breath fanned over you lips, making you giggle and bite your lip, looking into his eyes.

“I’m not just imagining this because of my head, am I?” you joked as Peter laughed and closed his eyes, crinkles lining the corners. When he opened them again, Peter was greeted with a sight that made him weak in the knees. Not from the way 20 minutes ago he was digging around in a collapsed building thinking you were underneath, or the way his legs ran him throughout the city when he had hope you were at the hotel. No, this weak in the knees started as a flutter in his heart, a warmth encasing his body, seeming to pinpoint the small places your fingers delicately touched his skin.

Step 6: Hope that she feels the same way

Peter took your hand in his, threading your fingers with his. “Peter.” You spoke softly, making Peter stop fidgeting with your fingers. “I love you too.” Peter didn’t know how much he needed to hear those words coming out of your mouth. He wrapped his arms around your waist again and hauled you in the air, spinning you around before laying another kiss on your lips.

A/N: I literally couldn’t figure out how to finish this piece, so I just did. Hope you like it and it’s what you wanted hon! Let me know what y’all think!

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costellos · 5 years ago

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𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮!

—asks received between Sept. 1 and Sept. 16.

anonymous asked: My all time favorite concept is cuddly Stands. Wingman Stands. The ones that figure out that I like someone and then proceed to act on it. I can just picture sitting there, beating down my feelings for Polnareff or Kakyoin and all of a sudden, my Stand just starts nuzzling into their neck and we make direct eye contact. I start trying to apologize but my Stand just keeps hugging and kissing them. I firmly believe someone (probably Joseph) would tease me about it. 😂🥺

AHHHHH I LOVE THIS!!! stands are basically a shadow of yourself sooo 👀 I think Silver Chariot and Emerald Splash would be flustered. especially Chariot; Polnareff acts suave but I like to think that the moment his flirting is returned the man just shuts down. Emerald Splash would handle it a lil better, but Kakyoin is doing everything he can to downplay the situation. you? like him? ugh, that’s unimaginable. although he’d tease you about it, that pink blush is unmistakable.

anonymous asked: Ight, concept time. Im in college for massage therapy, and we spend a lot of out lab time massaging one another (and it's soooo niiiice. My touch starved quarantined ass LOVES it.) Anyway. Now I can't get it out of my head of treating my faves to a nice massage. Ceasar and Joseph after training. Literally all of the Crusaders, especially sweet Polnareff. Using swords is tough work! Id love to help him relax. (Something tells me Joot wouldn't want to cooperate. No matter. I'll massage Star. 🥰)

omg that sounds amazing! I’m so envious.... can I come to your massage therapy class? anyway, I think all of them would appreciate it! some would be more excited than others (Joseph, Polnareff), but most would be super hesitant (Caesar, Avdol, Kakyoin) or would straight up reject you (Oldseph, Jotaro). just put those hands to work and they’d melt to your touch. they’d be in the middle of protesting and the moment u so much as pinch their shoulders they just go “hhhggghh... nice......” (Star would be your best client, he’s so happy to have any sort of attention from you 😊)

💘 anon asked: 😔😔i’m here to openly confess my love for pannacotta fugo, i’m gathering my brain cells to write you good concepts but for now, i wanna give him a hug and tell him it’s okay and purple haze isn’t that scary bc have you seen a depressed bitch’s dirty ass room before?? that’s scary purple haze ain’t nothing (ps i’m bitch)

PUT THOSE BRAIN CELLS TO WORK, GIRL. I WANT UR BEST CONCEPTS!!!

hmmm... it depends on the situation on whether or not Fugo would accept your words. if you’re just coming up to him out of the blue, I think he’d brush you off. but if you’re calming him down after an outburst and you’re persistent about talking with him, he’d be much more receptive. he’s so lost and so, so scared yet having you here, holding him, would remind him that not all things in the world are terrible. although he still doesn’t think he deserves you, he’s glad that you’re here nonetheless.

just a soft anon 💖 asked: Bro. I'm taking my fine art entrance exams tomorrow morning and I'm 😃 afraid because it's gonna be my third attempt and I can't stand the idea of spending another year of my life on prep for that stupid school. I just hope Mista would be proud of me. Ftuefhsjjagj anyway I hope you're doing ok Toya bby

just a soft anon!!! I’m so sorry about the late reply! but I know you put your best effort in your entrance exams and I’m so proud of you for getting it done and over with 💕 please let me know how you did!

Mista would 100% be proud of you! he’d be waiting outside of the entrance, and the moment he sees you come out, his face would just light up. he’d be so proud of you for finishing your exam. and even if you’re not sure of your results, he’d pick you up in a giant hug and tell you that those admissions directors would be stupid to not accept you. I hope you’re ready to celebrate by going to your favorite restaurant, courtesy of Mista himself!!

anonymous asked: Not a request but I like to think despite appearances, Risotto likes playing cute games. Imagine his s/o showing him Pitter Patter Pop and gushing over how cute his character is. (I know Pitter Patter Pop is a Jojo game BUT LIKE. THE GAME IS SO CUTE.)

LMAOOO. it probably starts as something he plays to pass the time. like, Formaggio has been raving about it for a week now, what’s the harm in downloading it? but then it turns into a minor obsession. wow. this game is pretty cute. but what’s cuter (and funnier) is seeing Risotto show you his phone and say, “[Name]. look. they got all my poses down."

anonymous asked: Concept: Going in for a hug with Polnareff except you both lean your heads the same way and accidentally kiss 😳😂 (alternate answer, i can totally see this happening with Joseph) (I've literally done this on accident before lmao)

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Polnareff would be so embarrassed! he’d immediately pull back, eyes wide and a hand over his mouth. how he’d respond after that relies entirely on you. if you’re embarrassed too, he’d try to change the subject to diffuse the situation. if you’re into it, however, Polnareff would waste no time going in for another smooch 👀 gentler, this time. and correctly!

anonymous asked: But just think GoT universe and Ris is a targaryen. Uffff he has a sword forged from the blood of his enemies and an armour of leather and steel, and he rides into the battlefield on his massive dragon Metallica, and his king's guard's leader is Prosciutto Lannister and Ris has an alliance with the northern lord bruno stark. ufffff...

my knowledge of GoT is super limited but! imagine Risotto’s skin stained with blood and dirt. his breathing heavy and rugged. his eyes vermilion, as red as the fire that burns behind him. his muscles ache and his mouth is dry, but he’s not done with battle. not yet, at least. Prosciutto watches as Risotto advances. his armor is as beaten as his king’s, and though he’s capable of assisting Risotto, he merely places a paper rolled with fine tobacco in his mouth. he knows that this this the king’s fight.

anonymous asked: I can't imagine the circumstances, but I like to imagine Risotto teasing his s/o by holding stuff over their head (for example, the t.v remote). Maybe s/o wants to watch a certain movie but he doesn't want to lmao. Alternatively maybe they'll try to wrestle the remote from his hand but he's just sitting there, chilling while his fingers won't budge at all--

omg.... yes...... I think he’d do it with a super blank expression too. like he’s amused, he just won’t show it. the most you’ll get is a quirked brow. sometimes you see the slightest hint of a smile, and you can’t help but smile yourself. you know that action is reserved for you and you only. also his just sitting there, chillin, while his s/o tries to wrestle the remote from his hand is CANON u can’t convince me otherwise.

#risotto nero #jean pierre polnareff #noriaki kakyoin #guido mista #panacotta fugo #💘 anon #anonymous #just a soft anon 💖#concepts #there's been a lot of Risotto yearning on here lately 👀#it's ok #Risotto yearning is valid

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maribatshipper · 4 years ago

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Ice Age reader insert Chapter 3

"What are you doing? Just drop it on the ledge." Manny frowns.

The baby is put on the ledge and makes a squeal of excitement.

"Should we make sure they found him?" Sid asks.

"Good idea." Manny smirks.

"No, no no! Wait wait wait! AHHH! Don't spear me!" There's a pause, then Sid frowns, "Oh, this is a problem."

Y/N jumps over the ledge and frowns, looking through everything for something useful.

"Now what?" Manny asks, looking at the camp. "Oh, that's perfect!"

Y/N picks up some rope and shoves it in her backpack. She then takes apart the tents and folds the fabric, putting it in her backpack.

"What are you doing?" Diego asks, appearing behind her.

Y/N answers while putting another rope in her backpack, "Simple. I have few provisions to keep myself warm, and seeing as the previous humans aren't here, and they haven't been for a few hours, meaning they won't be back, I'm taking their stuff so it doesn't go to waste."

She looks over to Manny to see him looking at a baby hugging a chair. Diego walks up to him as the baby falls in a basket.

"I told you they were gone." Diego frowns.

Manny scoffs, "Well, look who it is. Don't you have some poor defenseless animal to disembowel?"

E/N chuckles, "Damn, I forgot how savage Manny can be."

Sid interrupts Y/N's train of thought, trying to figure out where the humans went. Y/N picks up some ashes out of the fire and rubs them between her fingers, feeling how hot it is.

"You don't know much about tracking, do you?" Diego asks Sid.

Sid answers, "Hey, I'm a sloth. I see a tree, I eat a leaf, that's my tracking."

Y/N frowns, "We didn't miss them by much. The fire pit's warm enough to touch. My estimation is the fire was put out about two hours ago, and by the way the camps in shambles, I'd say they were attacked by something and had to run."

She sees Diego stiffen slightly as he agrees, pulling out some straw from the chair, "It's still green. They headed North two hours ago."

Sid mocks the human and tiger, causing Y/N to snarl at him. The baby falls on a stick over the fire, causing a fish to be flung onto Manny. Y/N takes the fish and cuts it up, starting to eat it, causing everyone to stare at her.

"What? I haven't eaten for a while. I'm hungry. Fish is a good part of any human's diet. And it's only a few hours old." Y/N shrugs as she eats.

Diego frowns, "You don't need this aggravation. Give me the baby. I can track down humans a lot faster than you can."

Manny retorts, "And you're just a good citizen helping out, right?"

Suddenly, the two seem to be in the middle of a tug of war with the baby, causing Y/N to watch and eat the fish like Popcorn.

"I just know where the humans are going." Diego explains.

"Glacier Pass. Everybody knows they have a settlement on the other side." Manny replies, picking up the baby.

"Well unless you know how to track, your never gonna reach them before the pass closes up with snow. Which should be like... tomorrow. So, you can give that baby to me, or go get lost in a blizzard. It's your choice." Diego smirks, thinking he's got the plan.

Y/N gobbles down the last of the fish, quite satisfied, and throws the bones over the edge of the cliff as Manny picks up the baby and hands it to Sid.

"There's your little bundle of joy. We're returning it to the humans." Manny frowns.

Y/N shrugs, "Let's get moving, mammals."

Sid teases, "Oh, the big bad, tigey-wigey's being left behind. Oh poor tigey wigey-"

Y/N smirks, "Sid. Tigey-wigey's leading us to the humans."

Manny nods, "She's right."

Sid pales, "Uh, Manny, N/N... Can I talk to you for a second?"

Manny and Y/N chorus, "No."

Manny frowns, "The sooner we find the humans, the sooner I get rid of Mr Stinky-drool face. And the baby too."

E/N cackles, "I'm loving this guy! Are we sure he's not even a little evil?"

Diego frowns towards Sid, "You won't always have Jumbo around to protect you. And when that day comes, I suggest you watch your back. Cause I'll be chewing on it."

Manny calls Diego, "Hey, uber tracker! Up front, where I can see you!"

Y/N walks to the front with Diego and smirks, "Nice silver tongue, Tiger. But you better watch your back. If you sell us out to any Saber-tooth pals you have, you won't live to see the morning after the betrayal. Capiche?"

Diego asks "What makes you think I know other Sabers?"

"You're a pack animal. It all comes with the territory. I'll be watching you." Y/N smirks as she falls back to Manny.

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After a few hours walking, the baby starts crying. Y/N pulls the headphones out of her bag and places them on her head, muffling the noise. But it doesn't get muffled enough, so she connects it to her phone and turns up the volume, playing F/S that's been downloaded. Eventually, Manny cracks.

"Oh you gotta make it stop! I can't take it any more!" Manny exclaims.

Y/N stops the music and turns of the headphones, hanging them around her neck.

"I've eaten things that didn't complain this much!" Diego yells.

E/N smirks, "Of course they didn't complain. They were dead when he ate them. How long until they realise he's hungry?"

Y/N mentally answers, "Let's give them five minutes."

Sid says, "It won't stop squirming!" holding the baby upside down.

Diego yells. "You're holding it wrong!"

"Watch it's head!" Manny exclaims.

Y/N groans and snatches the baby off Sid and puts it on a rock and shushes it, making it quiet for a moment.

"How'd you do that?" Diego asks.

Y/N answers, "It's only temporary. Now I can think. Figure out a way to keep it happy while I can think again."

The baby starts crying again while the boys input ideas.

"Hey, it's nose is dry." Diego notices.

Sid frowns, "That means something's wrong with it."

"Someone should lick it, just in case." Diego inputs.

Y/N calls out, "Wrong! Human noses are naturally dry!"

Manny inputs, "Hey, he's wearing one of those baby thingy's!"

Sid asks, "So?"

"So if he poops, where does it go?" Manny replies.

E/N frowns, "That's the only smart guess they've had. Too bad it's not it."

Sid frowns, "Humans are disgusting."

Y/N nods, "Tell me about it."

Manny points at Sid, "Okay you. Check for poop."

"Wait, why am I the poop checker?" Sid asks.

Manny lists, "Because returning the runt was your idea. Because your small and insignificant. Because I'll pummel you if you don't."

Sid asks, "Uh, why else?"

"NOW, SID!" Manny orders, it echoing slightly.

Y/N watches the idiots check the diaper, only to find out it's clean, when Manny hits Sid in the head, causing the baby to laugh. The baby starts crying again.

"Hey do that again. He likes it!" Diego smiles.

Manny hits Sid again, causing the baby to giggle again.

"It's making me feel better too." Manny smiles.

Sid goes over to Diego and frowns, "Here, you hold him."

Diego hits Sid, causing the baby to laugh. The baby tries slapping Sid now. Sid grabs the baby's hand and puts him back on the rock. Diego's turn now. He does the "Where's the baby" trick, but it scares the baby.

"You guys know the baby's hungry, right?" Y/N frowns.

The boys turn to Y/N in shock, and two of the faces are angry.

"How long have you known this?" Diego growls.

Y/N shrugs, "I figured after the second hour of screaming, but there was no food around, so I just droned him out until you guys cracked. Then I wanted to see how long until you guys figured it out."

She then walks over to a bush where a watermelon pops out. She quickly picks it up, only for a dodo bird to snatch it off her.

"Oi! Give that back to me, you prehistoric buttsnack!" Y/N chases after the bird.

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The group follows Y/N to a dodo bird nest-like place, where dodo's are acting like soldiers and conspiracy theorists.

"Prepare for the ice age!" A dodo yells.

Sid asks, "Ice age?"

Diego frowns, "I've heard of these crackpots."

Y/N scoffs, "I'm sure humans have their own version of these weirdos."

The dodo that stole the melon from the group sees them then yells out, "Intruders!"

After running like a maniac, he falls into a tar pit where he dies.

Manny asks, "Hey, can we have our melon back? Jr's hungry, and-"

A dodo interrupts, "No way! This is our private stockpile for the ice age! Subarctic temperatures will force us underground for over a billion billion years!"

Y/N frowns, "You only have three melons. You should've started stockpiling at least three years ago with food that won't rot so quickly and with a few seeds to grow your food, buttsnacks."

The birds look towards the melons, then back towards the mammals.

"If you weren't smart enough to plan ahead then doom on you!" The dodo scowls.

The other dodos chant, "Doom on you!" as they walk closer to the mammals.

Manny frowns, "Get away from me!"

Y/N slaps a dodo that gets too close when a melon rolls towards the mammals.

"Mine now! Thank you! Tata!" Y/N smirks as she runs away with the Melon.

"Retrieve the melon! Tai-kwon-dodos! Attack!"

Y/N pales as she remembers this part. A dodo kicks another dodo, and a dodo manages to kick the melon out of her hands.

"Oh come on!" Y/N frowns.

She then watches as the melon is thrown over a cliff.

"That's one." Y/N frowns as a few dodos fall off the cliff trying to get the melon back.

She sits down next to the baby and watches the show, quite entertained.

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*Skip to the last melon*

She watches as the dodos attack Sid and winces. The melon bounces towards Manny, who catches it and keeps it out of the dodos reach. A dodo decides to bite his tail, causing him to throw it.

"And this is how football/soccer was invented. With a watermelon." E/N smirks.

Sid catches it, and finds himself cornered. Y/N nods at him, telling him to run. He puts his hand out and closes his eyes, somehow getting to the end of the line without much of a struggle, somehow causing some dodos to stack on top of one another. The dodos surround him again and he jumps, causing them all to run into each other. He lands on the ground, away from the dodos, causing everyone to cheer. He then throws the melon onto the ground, cracking it open.

"Oh, Sid! Now we gotta find more food!" Diego frowns.

Y/N smirks, "Actually, he just made it easier to get to the good stuff. Look."

The mammals look to see the baby eating it.

"I'm getting sick of calling it “the baby”. Can we please call it Junior?" E/N asks.

Y/N silently agrees as Junior continues eating.

"Hey, Junior? Can I have some please?" Y/N asks.

Junior passes some to her and she eats it.

"Thanks buddy."

The dodos stacked up try to tell the guy on the bottom where to go as they pass the mammals.

"Hey look at that. Dinner and a show." Manny jokes.

Y/N yells at the dodos, "May your ears turn into buttholes then crap on your shoulders!"

Everyone stares at Y/N in shock as the dodos fall of a cliff.

#Ice Age reader insert #Ice age #Manny #Sid #Diego

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anika-ann · 5 years ago

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Lessons in Rule-breaking - Pt.2

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader Word count: 2830

Warnings: …nothing major? Swearing, fluff, gooffiness.

Summary: Arrangement made, arrangement cancelled, Finding Nemo screening and... ;)

Story Masterlist

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You hated yourself, you really did.

It wasn’t the fact that you couldn’t have held on a little longer and you had texted Steve the very next day in the morning – unable to follow some basic rules of socializing – just to let him know when you could possibly arrange the movie theatre thing. It wasn’t even that you had done puppy eyes at everyone you had been trying to convince to tolerate the project. That was all okay.

You hated yourself for the burning sting of disappointment that had come when Steve hadn’t texted back. You had been sitting by your phone like a super-excited nag for three days and you had been getting sadder with each hour with no response.

Now you were just annoyed.

It was ridiculous and you had been unbearably stupid. Of course he wouldn’t text back. What had you been thinking? Chances were he had even given you a fake number, no matter how genuine he had seemed when talking to you – he was probably used to that kind of interaction and he hadn’t wanted to be rude in person, trying to maintain some sort of an image; even when being so casual you would have believed he was just a kid from Brooklyn, just your average Jack on the street. He had been nice and you had trusted him.

Stupid, stupid-

“Oh god, I’m such an ass,” you murmured and went to continue on your pizza from the place on the corner of your street – you had it delivered despite the fact you could have just walked for five minutes and get it yourself. You were pathetic.

You stared at the rest of your food, losing the last remains of your appetite when remembering that stupid wannabe genuine eyes of his.

Your phone rang, interrupting your sulking.

You eyed it suspiciously, wondering who was calling you – perhaps you didn’t check in with mum for too long? Possible. Someone wanted to switch shifts? More than likely.

To your shock, the ID was announcing a completely different caller. Steve. And just like that, you realized you weren’t pissed at yourself only, but also at him. But you were too curious about what he would have to say for you to let the call unanswered.

Also, there was a possibility of some poor bastard, whose number Steve had given you when trying to dodge you, was calling now, confused about your text.

“Hello?” you said to the speaker unsurely, anxious about what was to come.

There was a relieved sigh on the other end. “Hi! I’m sorry, it’s Steve, I-…“

Well. Now what?

“Uhm… hi, Steve.”

“Hi,” he repeated hastily and if you weren’t angry with him and also utterly disappointed, you would have found his hastiness endearing – but you were. “I… I wanted to apologize for not texting back-“

You sighed and decided to save him from his misery. “It’s okay, Steve. You don’t have to explain anything. I understand.”

You did understand pretty well. Maybe you could have said it less harshly, but you were pretty proud of yourself for just speaking with him.

“I… don’t?”

You cleared your throat and swallowed the stupid tears of humiliation that had no logical explanation.

“No, Steve. You were just trying to be nice and didn’t know how to get rid of me, I get it. I won’t bother you-“

“What?” he breathed, sounding honestly astonished. “No! I— is that what you think? I didn’t even know you texted me until five minutes ago, we left for a mission in the middle of a night and we have ‘no-phones’ policy during those, so… I’m really sorry.”

You sat on your couch, frozen, letting the information sink in.

Hold on a sec. Was Steve still having missions? Was he-- it kinda made sense; he had been there for the battle of New York. And what else he would be doing? Posing for art students? Barely – he was a soldier waking up after seventy years. Of course he was still fighting. Probably under some super-secret organization.

Oh god.

“Oh god, I’m such an ass,” you whispered for the second time this evening, letting your head fall into your palm.

You thought he was being a dick. And had been saving the world.

Who’s the dick now?

“Oh my god, Steve, I’m so sorry.”

“What for?” he asked, seeming confused.

”I… may have thought… you… lost the text?”

“That can happen?!”

You pressed your lips together. Sweet summer child, still learning about technology…. You cleared your throat. “It can. If you help it… disappear.”

“…oh.”

“Yeah. I’m sorry. I honestly don’t know what I was thinking. Well, I know what I was thinking, obviously, but… yeah. It’s… it would be a perfectly natural response, you know, to ignore it-“

“Yeah, no,” he interrupted you, determined. “I’m sorry if I made you upset. I… if the offer still stands, I would really like watch a movie with you.”

And just like that, your heart melted completely.

“Awww, Steve,” a new voice joined in the background. “You are so sw-“

“Go to hell, Romanoff-“ Steve cut off the woman and you could hear some rustling then – did Steve try to cover the speaker?

“Ouch. I’m wounded, Rogers,” the woman continued teasing him and you bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing since you could still hear Romanoff clearly.

“Just— shut up. Go away.”

You could hear a laugh and then a bang, more rustle and Steve was back with you.

“Sorry for that.”

You chuckled. “It’s okay, Steve. She seems like a piece of work,” you noted and heard him inhale sharply.

“…how much did you hear?”

“Not much, just about… everything?”

“I’m going to kill her. Yeah, Natasha can be a bit too much,” he mumbled and you would swear he sounded embarrassed.

“Sounds like it would be a shame to kill her. Bet she’s a keeper.”

“Wait until you meet her, you might change your mind.”

Your lips parted, your heart sent into a cardiac arrest. Holy— did he just imply he would like you and the Natasha woman meet? That he wouldn’t be against you meeting his friends/co-workers? That was--… nice.

“Anyway, can I still take you upon the offer? Please?”

Oh god, the soft timid ‘please’ was enough to erase the past few days. You were such a goner.

“Yeah. Yeah, you can. When do you have time? Did you pick any of the days I suggested?”

“Tomorrow?” he offered, taking you aback greatly, your stomach clenching immediately. That soon?! “Or not-“

“Yes! Tomorrow’s fine. Why wait, right?”

“Exactly,” he breathed, relieved. “I much rather meet with you soon so they can’t call me away again before I do. So…”

Your heart just swelled. You needed to stop reading more into all this.

“…tomorrow. After eight. Looking forward to it, Steve-” Too much, ALERT, too much!

“Me too,” he replied and you would swear you could hear a smile in his voice.

“You got it bad, Rogers,” the woman from earlier said then and you covered your mouth with your palm to muffle the giggle on your lips.

“For god’s sake, Natasha!”

“Goodnight, Steve,” you whispered.

“Night. See you tomorrow,” he whispered back softly. “You’re dead, Romanoff!”

“Steve, you need to press the red button to actually end the call,” she teased him and then you heard a growl and you were cut off.

You burst out into a maniacal laughter and squeezed you phone tighter.

Alright, time to stop sulking. You had a movie to download.

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Mia knew someone was coming over and since you had a deal with the guards, she didn’t question it – she let you check out the exhibit after closing time, grateful she didn’t have to do it, and left with a suggestive wink. You rolled your eyes and pretended you didn’t blush.

Steve arrived ten minutes after eight, wearing his perfect disguise in a form of a baseball cap, finding you at the desk. Seeing him again – a tiny smile settled on his lips and bright eyes smiling at you as well –, you scolded yourself for thinking he had been ghosting you.

“Hey. Welcome to Smithsonian cinema. How can I help you?” you greeted him, not sure where it came from. Steve smiled wider.

“Heard you were playing a great movie tonight. Couldn’t resist. Plus, I‘ve been promised popcorn and… some pleasant company. I can see I came to the right place,” he started rather confidently, turning bashful in the end.

How the hell could you resist and not read anything into it when he talked like that?

“Oh— oh yes. Come in. I’ll get the popcorn.”

“Thanks. How much for it?

“About two hours of your time, Captain,” you told him the price, rising from your seat. “That okay?”

One corner of his lips rose higher. “More than okay. And for the company? That would actually call me my first name?”

You lowered your gaze, wondering if you were crossing a line. “Smile is enough, Steve.”

You were glad you had some time for yourself during preparing the popcorn – you needed to calm down. Your palms were awkwardly sweaty, your throat was dry and your heart was beating like crazy.

Calm down. Just two not-even-friends hanging out. Nothing more. Sure, you’re doing a service to your country by educating national hero in pop culture, but you have literally no reason to be nervous, because it’s not like you have to make him LIKE like you. That’s not gonna happen anyway. Loosen up.

By the time you started the movie and handed Steve the popcorn he had insisted he had to share with you, you convinced yourself it was the truth. And within ten minutes through the movie, you got comfortable enough to make a note to the plot, your body getting on with the program of two not romantically involved people sitting in an empty movie theatre. And you had fun. Steve seemed to appreciate the notes, a laugh escaping him from time to time and it was amazing.

When the end titles started rolling down, you turned to Steve, finding him already watching you instead of the screen. He smiled and you smiled back as if it was the easiest thing in the world.

"That's it. You've been educated," you announced, rising from your seat and making your way to the projector. He followed your lead.

"Thank you. It's was… very enlightening."

You stopped dead in your tracks. “Oh. Was I rambling too much? I was, wasn’t I?”

Steve shook his head, still smiling, and his eyes shined even in the dim light of the computer you were turning off.

“No. I appreciated it. Like I said – very enlightening,” he whispered softly, his gaze locked with yours, effectively sending your heart racing again.

"Oh. That's great! If you find a movie you think definitely deserves to be watched in somewhat cinema quality, I think we can manage to arrange this again.”

“I’d really like that.”

“ ‘kay.”

You were so glad when you got out from the theatre, though it wasn’t like the lightning was less intimate in the common space of the museum at night. Steve walked by your side to the counter desk where you had your stuff.

“Uhm… next Thursday works?” he asked, sounding quite hopeful and you couldn’t help but grin. He really liked it!

“Yeah, sure. It’s a date,” you blurted out, realizing only a second later how it sounded. “I mean like— did you use to say that back in the day? I meant like ‘it’s a deal’, I didn’t-- didn’t mean like date date!”

Did he really just lower his gaze, stuffing one of his hands into the back pocket of his jeans as if he was nervous? Hey, you were the nervous one around here! You rather picked your backpack before you could interpret something in a wrong way. Again.

“Oh. That’s… that’s a shame,” he mumbled, peeking at you through his eyelashes. Your lips parted in shock as you stared at his shy smile.

“...what? You— you would-- you would like it to be… a date?”

“Or not. Wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Did Steve just ask you out?!

Did… Captain freaking America asked you on a date? What the hell was wrong with him? Why on Earth would the original hero want to go on a date with you? Of course you would say yes, you wanted to shout it from a rooftop – or maybe just here really, the sound would echo greatly here – but… really?

“…not the word I would use,” you choked out finally, after what felt like forever. Though you were entitled – Captain America was asking you out. Come again?!

Hesitant smile appeared on his lips, his eyes twinkling. “So… next Thursday? And it’s a date? Maybe with a dinner before of afterwards? Steve here is asking.”

Was he a mind-reader too?

“Yes, Steve. It’s— it’s a date.”

He examined your face closely, looking as if he was trying to crack a very difficult puzzle. Then he leaned in quickly and placed a light kiss on your left cheek.

“Wonderful. Goodnight.”

You blinked in surprise, unable to let out a word or to move. Steve disappeared behind a corner abruptly and suddenly the weight of what just happened hit you with full force.

You had a date. With this amazing specimen, who was not just incredibly attractive, but also very sweet.

You couldn’t hold it anymore. You giggled. You giggled like a schoolgirl. You couldn’t believe it.

A date.

With Steve.

You giggled into your palm again and then threw your hands it the air, spinning around, consumed by the euphoria sparkling in every cell of your body.

“Maybe I should take you dancing instead,” you heard someone call out and you yelped, stopping abruptly and turning to the source.

Steve was leaning against the wall of the very same corner he had disappeared behind, his arms crossed on his chest and slightly amused expression on his face.

“What are you doing here?!” you whisper-yelled after him, your face red as a lobster.

It was probably pointless to hope he hadn’t seen your embarrassing schoolgirl moment, wasn’t it? Oh god.

He bounced off of the wall, confident in his steps as he walked to you – you were too frozen to run away and hide somewhere you could die of embarrassment in private.

“I realized I haven’t offered you a ride home. I wouldn’t want you to wander the streets at night alone.”

“I always do that,” you shrieked, escaping his intense gaze. His brows furrowed.

“Well, I��d like to change that. At least for tonight. I kept you longer than you are usually staying, right?”

“…yes. But it was a pleasure, really.”

His hand tentatively rose to your face, cupping your cheek. You couldn’t breathe as his head – which meant his lips, his lips were right here, unfairly kissable – bowed to yours, his gaze focused on your face as if nothing else existed.

“It was. Would you let me take you home so I can be sure you got there safe?” he pleaded lowly and you couldn’t help it – your gaze flickered to his lips again, because goddammit, so close and so soft; you would know now, the ghost of their touch was still burning on your cheek.

You weren’t sure how it had happened, but you were nodding.

You couldn’t form one coherent thought beside ‘Steve is touching me and his mouth is dangerously close to mine’. And the said mouth just spread in a wide smile.

“Thank you.”

You had no idea what he was thanking you for, only being able to perceive that his hand slid much lower, taking your own and leading you out.

Steve was no wuss; he didn’t bother sneaking out in secret even when he was in the museum long after the closing time. He led you right through the main reception, where you met with Stan-the-guard’s wide-eyed gaze; he gave you a thumbs-up. Your face got even redder if possible, but you smiled at him shakily.

When outside, you found out that Steve’s definition of safe was a little bit different from yours, but if the man was offering you a ride on his bike, you were not about to say no. When he smoothed your hair before helping you to get the helmet on, you were about to melt, climbing beside him without him even asking you to do so.

“Hold on to me tight,” he whispered over his shoulder, readjusting your hold on his firm body. Honestly, if something would happen, you would die happy, because touching the firm muscles on his torso when dying seemed like a good way to go. But if you survived, you might touch it some more, so that was a motivation right there.

“Oh, I will.”

Trust me, Steve, I will.

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Tags: @mermaidxatxheart @lovesmesomehiddles

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That’s it! Thank you for reading :))

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justaswiftie13gal · 5 years ago

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Hey swifties!! Not gonna lie to you all, I know that you’re probably not going to see this, as I just downloaded the app about 30 minutes ago and have (currently) no followers😂 I would love your help and advice, as I currently have no idea how to work the app and am just figuring it out as I go😂 Hopefully I get this up before my phone dies. I’m trying to get this up to introduce myself to you guys, and then follow who I can, which I could use some help with lol. Anyway, hi everyone! My name is Jolee, Jo for short. I live in a tiny town in Illinois (land of adventure ya know🙄) and I LOVE TAYLOR SWIFT!!! I also play basketball, soccer, track, and golf, enjoy listening to music, eating good food, and overall just living my best life, tryna find happiness and adventure where I can. I also love Christmas, and can’t wait for the upcoming holiday season! “Christmas Tree Farm” sure makes it better as well! As you might have guessed, my big dream is to meet Taylor one day and attend a Secret Session! I figure this account is my first step into putting myself on the swiftie map and getting to meet Tay-Tay herself! Just so you know, this account is going to be a jumble of Tay-Tay quotes, pictures, updates, memes, swifte problems, and my opinions on what’s going on with Taylor and the world lately! I can’t wait to start sharing with you guys, and thanks so much if you’re reading this! It means more to me than you’ll ever know! I hope to be posting my first couple things tomorrow, and I’m so excited to see you then! Side Note: So excited to hear albums 1-5 re-recorded so they can be owned 100% by who wrote and sung them. Taylor deserves to own her masters, and am so proud of her for standing up to 🛴 and working so hard all these years. #taylorisfree

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fanficimagery · 6 years ago

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Mimic.

Relationship: Peter/Reader Words: 5, 287 Warnings: none. just a cuss word or two. Tags: Fluff and humor.

Imagine working alongside the Avengers and finding out your schoolmate is SpiderMan. The friendship quickly blossoms and you even wrangle Peter and Ned into matching costumes for Halloween.

Sitting in your last class of the day, you work easily as you piece together a video for an upcoming project Mr. Berman had assigned the class. He had preferred that his students piece together clips of their personal lives, but you weren't keen to let any of your fellow peers get that close of a look at your private life. So after a brief, yet tense, conversation with the teacher after class one day, he agreed to let you piece together whatever video you could come up with.

Immediately you knew what you wanted to do, downloading certain clips of your favorite movies and TV shows, and setting them to a song that you knew would hit people in the feels. The teacher had been skeptical at first, but when you showed him what you had so far one day, he was surprised to see the emotional aspect that even left his chest aching and wanting to see more.

It's while you're working on the video that your phone vibrates against your thigh, you glancing around to see where the teacher is at before pulling your phone out. And seeing that he's engrossed in his own computer at the front of the class, you slip your phone out to check the text.

From Nat to Y/N: Meet me out front 15 min after the final bell. To Nat from Y/N: Copy that.

Wondering why Nat is picking you up, your mind starts going off in different directions. So knowing you're not going to get any more work done, you download your project to your portable USB drive to work on over the weekend at home or wherever it is Nat and the others decide to take you.

The final bell soon rings to signify the end of the school day and you take your precious time getting to your locker. You refuse to make eye contact with anyone other than your locker neighbor, Ned smiling at you and nodding in greeting.

"Hi, Ned."

"Hey, Y/N. Excited for the weekend?"

You shrug as you put in your combination. "Eh. I'll probably watch Disney films and order in Chinese food."

He smiles. "That sounds like a good time."

"The best." Ned's friend walks up to him and you subtly straighten, friendly smile in place. "Hey, Parker."

"Y/N," Peter grins. "Excited for the weekend?" You and Ned both laugh as Peter frowns. "What'd I miss?"

"Nothing, man. Anyways, lets go. I got that new Lego set we need to start putting together."

Peter's eyes widen as he glances between Ned and you. "W-What? Lego set? Pfft."

You chuckle as you put your backpack inside your locker and make sure your USB drive is safely in your front jean's pocket. "Calm down, Petey. I'm not Flash. I won't think you're a loser if you and your best friend still play with Legos."

Peter looks as if he's going to say something, but his phone pinging stalls him. He reads something on the screen, his smile falling, and Ned sighs. "Postponed until tomorrow?"

Peter smiles sheepishly. "Sorry, Ned."

"No, it's cool." He then turns to you. "Well I guess I'll see you Monday, Y/N."

"Mhm. Laters, Leeds."

Peter scampers off just as you shut your locker, you smiling one last time at Ned as you make your way towards the bathroom. You waste what's left of your time in the bathroom, fixing yourself to look like school hadn't mussed you up. And then when your phone pings yet again with a message from Nat to tell you she's waiting out front, you exit the bathroom.

There are still a handful of students lingering outside and they're all staring at the shiny black car parked by the curb. The windows are tinted too dark to see through, but the car screams money so everyone is interested to see who gets in or out of it.

Groaning quietly, you duck your head and quickly climb inside the car. Then exhaling dramatically once hidden behind the dark tint, you look over to the grinning blonde. "I hate you."

"No you don't."

"Whatever. What's up?"

"Mission came up. James suggested you."

You sigh. "Fine." You settle back into your seat, frowning when Natasha drives in the opposite direction of the Tower. "Umm, where are we going?"

Switching lanes and then picking up speed, the blonde grins. "Airport. We need a private jet, not a quinjet. We need to be as inconspicuous as possible."

"Ahh. Okay."

The ride isn't terribly long and by the time they pull into the airport, you and Nat are giggling about the boy you currently have a crush on.

"I don't see why you don't just make a move," she says, handing off her keys to some individual who's going to park her car. "You're cute and this kid sounds adorable. Go for it!"

"It's not- I can't," you grin, chuckling softly. "I might hang out with superheroes, but I am not confident whatsoever when it comes to boys my age."

"Mhm. Sure."

You nudge her as you walk towards the jet, Nat walking up the stairs before you. Then plopping down on the seat closest to the door, you ask, "Can someone please explain to me, in small words, why I'm being assigned to this mission?"

"...Y/N?"

Your heads whips in the direction of the all too familiar voice, eyes widening. "Petey?!"

"Petey?"

"Shut up, Tony," you're quick to grumble, cheeks tinting red as you nervously cross your arms over your chest. The dawning, smug realization on Tony's face is enough to make you gulp. Then looking back at a completely flabbergasted Peter, you ask, "What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing."

You and Peter continue to stare at one another, Tony, Natasha, Steve, and Bucky glancing between the two of you with amused expressions.

"Are they blushing?" Bucky quietly muses.

Natasha grins. "Totally blushing."

"Quiet, Natalia," you snap, narrowing your eyes at the blonde.

"As hilarious as I'm suddenly finding you two, lets get down to business," Tony says. "Peter is Spiderman and Y/N is Mimic."

"What?!"

"Mimic?"

You glance at Peter's confused expression, briefly concentrating and willing your appearance to shift right before his eyes. Feeling the rippling complete, you grin at your friend. "Mimic." Your voice is now deeper, yet still very much feminine as you take on the appearance of Natasha.

Peter's eyes are wide. "O-oh."

"Yeah." Exhaling softly, you change back to your normal appearance and glance at the other adults on the jet. "So what's up? Who's gonna debrief me?"

"It's fairly easy," Steve says. "We need a fresh face, someone our enemies have no knowledge of, to blend in. We've landed you an invitation to a party, so we need you to slip into the main office and download some programming onto the computer in there."

"Okay. Is there a possibility of combat?"

Bucky shrugs. "Only if you get caught, but you've got this, kid. You've trained with the best in both hand-to-hand combat and weapons."

"Yeah. I know." You plop down on one of the benches along the wall of the jet. "What else should I know?" You can't help but glance at Peter, smiling softly when you realize he's still staring at you. He hesitantly smiles back.

"Just in case things go sideways, Natasha, Peter, Bucky, and I will be on standby," Steve says.

Glancing at Tony then, he winks. "I'm just going along for the ride since it is one of my jets they're using. I'm too recognizable to be out there with you all. That and because it was my idea to bring in the other kid."

"Okay, well what about Nat, Steve, and Bucky? They're all recognizable too."

"We'll have photostatic veils." Natasha shrugs. "But us with the veils can't be seen acting suspiciously. You and Peter are the only ones with fresh faces."

"Whoa, wait, what? I can't show my face!"

"Sure you can," Tony says. "Don't worry about it. It'll be fine."

Peter looks like he wants to argue some more, but you speak up and cut him off. "Where's my folder? I need to read what's expected me while we fly."

"Sure." Steve walks over and hands you one of the files detailing the mission. "Don't read too fast. We're flying overseas. You have a long night ahead of you."

"Awesome," you deadpan.

- X - X - X - X - X -

Having read over the file front to back and speaking to Steve about what you're to do in case things go sideways, you end up towards the back of the jet with one of Tony's spare laptops sitting on the table in front of you as you work on your class video project.

So engrossed on the screen in front of you, you don't realize someone's taken a seat next to you until your arm is nudged. Turning to your right, you grin softly at a clearly tired Peter and take out the left cordless earbud. "What's up?" You mumble quietly.

"What are you working on?"

"Class project. We were originally supposed to piece together home videos," you say, gesturing to the screen, "but I didn't want people to have that close of a look at what goes on in my life outside of school."

He smirks. "Like the fact that you hang out with Avengers? Or about Mimic?"

"Exactly. So instead I took clips from my favorite movies and TV shows, and placed a song to the scenes."

"Ooh. What song?"

You hand him the earbud you'd taken out with a grin and restart your half finished video for him to watch. "It's called Find You by Ruelle."

Peter settles in and watches what you currently have, and when it's done he glances at you in surprise. "That song is kind of.. hauntingly beautiful?"

"Right?"

"Are you trying to make your classmates cry?"

"Eh. It wasn't my attention, but if they cry at least I know I did a good job."

"Don't worry. You've done an awesome job so far."

Smiling at Peter, you can't help but nudge him in retaliation when his words of praise bring a heat to your cheeks. He knows the effect his words have had you if his twinkling eyes are anything to go by. "Knock it off, Spiderboy."

"Man. SpiderMan."

"Whatever. Wanna watch a movie?"

Peter chuckles and nods. "What did you have in mind?"

"Well since Halloween is just about a week away.." you trail off, saving the progress on your project before closing it out and bringing up your all time favorite Halloween movie.

"Hocus Pocus?" Peter muses. "Aunt May loves this movie."

"Yeah? Well settle in, Petey. We're watching it."

As the opening credits start, you arrange the screen so the both of you can see it perfectly as you lean back in your seat. Then seated back you realize just how close Peter is to you as your biceps are pressed together. He smiles as you lean against each other, earbud in place to hear the movie.

Fifteen minutes in and Peter's gone completely relaxed, his head on your shoulder. You continue to mumble along to the movie- word for word- and lightly smack Peter when he pokes fun at you for knowing the words by heart.

Forty minutes in and your head falls against the top of Peter's. He snuggles in and you smile at the adorableness of it all, and the two of you continue to watch the movie in peace.

You don't know when your eyes slip shut, but they do, and you're only woken back up when a blanket is being tucked around your left shoulder. Sleepily blinking open your eyes, you frown at Natasha. "What-"

"Shh," she quiets you. "We're still en-route. Go back to sleep."

"Okay." You glance to your right and are surprised to find Peter sleeping against you.

Smiling, you let your eyes slip shut once more. "It's him, isn't it?" Your eyes blink back open at Natasha's words. "The boy you like?"

"I-" She grins knowingly and you exhale softly. "It doesn't matter. He's.. Petey. And now that I know he's Spiderman? He's even more out of my league."

"Don't sell yourself short, Y/N." Smiling sadly, you shrug off Nat's words and try not to hurt your own feelings too much by realizing again that you don't have a chance with the cute boy asleep on your shoulder. "And for what it's worth, we're pretty sure he likes you back."

"Why do you say that?"

"Boys with crushes talk. And apparently Peter's talked to Tony. A lot."

"Whatever you say, Nat. Wake me up when we get there."

The next time Cap tells you a mission is going to be easy as pie, you're going to remind him of this particular mission. Everything that could have gone wrong, did go wrong, and you're the one who walked away with the most damage. You're grateful your identity will forever remain a secret, but it sucks that you don't have any nifty powers that allow you to heal faster. Instead, you're stuck with your average human healing abilities.

"I hate you guys," you mumble as Bucky carefully lowers you onto the jet bench. "I think my shoulder is dislocated."

"I'll take a look." As Bucky carefully cuts the strap to your dress to leave your left shoulder bare, he tuts at what he sees. "Want me to fix it?"

"If you can. Just give me a moment." Bucky hums, but just as you attempt to calm your breathing he's shoving your arm back into its socket. "SON OF A MOTHERFUCKER!" Tony and Peter enter the jet just as the words leave your mouth, Tony smirking and Peter gaping. "You're such an asshole, Barnes!"

"Language."

"Fuck you, Rogers. I'm a measly human. I heal slowly. I'm allowed all the curse words in the world."

Natasha enters behind Steve, smirking. "Cheer up, buttercup. You held your own perfectly."

"Yeah? Tell that to my shoulder, my stomach, and my face."

Steve hands you an ice pack for your face and you take it with a tight smile. "I'm just gonna head back into the bedroom and change. Do you guys need anything else from me?"

"No. You're good," Steve says. "Good job out there, Mimic."

"Thanks, Cap."

Limping back towards the bedroom, you toss the ice pack down while opening up one of the fancy closets built into the wall. You pull out a sports bra, a racerback tank top, and some cotton shorts. Then quickly changing, hissing through the pain, you settle onto the bed and lay down while icing down the side of your face.

Some time later, after you've managed to sit up and settle against the mountain of pillows, there's a knock on the door.

"Come in."

Peter pokes his head in. "Want some company? The adults are a bore."

Smiling tiredly, you beckon him in. "Sure. Come on in, Petey."

As he enters the room, you perk up when you see he's brought the laptop with him. "Mind if I sit? Mr. Barnes also said to give you these. Said that they're your favorite," he says as he reaches behind him into his pocket.

"Not at all." Peter pulls a package from the back pocket of his jeans and your eyes light up at the Strawberry Sour Punch straws he has. "Oh my god. Bucky might have given you the idea, but since you brought me the candy you're officially my favorite, Parker."

He crawls onto the bed with you, settling at your side with the laptop in his lap and hands you the candy. His fingers drum against the closed lid as he asks, "How are you holding up?"

"I've been better. I can't wait to get home and soak in an ice bath."

"I bet," he chuckles quietly. Silence briefly settles between the two of you before he's talking again. "So.. Mimic, huh?"

"Mhm. And Spiderman. How did that happen?"

"Believe it or not, it was a radioactive spider." You laugh in disbelief, but he assures you it's true. "What about you? Is it only people you can change into or animals too?"

"Just people," you tell him. "I can shift into another person to match them identically or, as you saw for the mission, change my features to whatever is needed and make up a completely new person."

"That's an awesome super power."

You shrug, blushing lightly. "It has its perks."

Peter grins at you and then clears his throat, opening the laptop up in his lap. "So since we saw your Halloween movie, it's only fair we watch mine."

"That's fair." You open the candy, pulling free a sugar coated gummy straw and bite into it. "Want some?"

"In a moment." Peter searches through the movies on the laptop and you're excited to see what he's going to choose. "Okay. Here we go."

He settles back and gets comfortable, reaching to grab a candy from the little plastic tray they came in. "Casper?" You muse. "Nice choice, Petey."

The two of you fall quiet as the movie starts, you immediately leaning against one another. The candy is quickly eaten and brief laughter is heard throughout the room. The part where Kat is on the verge of sleep when Casper is hovering over her, asking quietly can I keep you? comes to pass and you awe out loud.

Hooking your arm through Peter's, you lay your head on his shoulder. "I don't care if he's a ghost. That's so goddamn adorable."

"You're adorable."

Your heart beats triple, but you keep your cheek pressed to Peter's shoulder to avoid looking at him. "Shush, you."

He chuckles quietly, but does as he's told.

Casper gets turned into a real boy for the final dance of the Halloween party inside Kat's home and Peter smiles as you quietly squeal. The infamous words, can I keep you?, are spoken yet again and Peter can't help but laugh out loud at your reaction.

"Don't shame me. It's so freakin' cute!"

"If you say so."

You and Peter keep the movies Halloween themed up until the fourth movie, you switching it up and putting on UP.

"I love this movie so much."

By now you're laying down, practically draped over Peter's chest. You had originally thought it'd be weird, but Peter went with the flow and tucked one arm behind his head while the other traced random patterns on your back.

"It's great, but the beginning is just so sad for an animated movie."

You sigh softly. "Agreed." You watch Carl and Ellie through the years, your heart aching for the animated couple. "I need more friends," you mumble. "Someone I can strong-arm into dressing up as Mr. Fredricksen to my Ellie. Maybe even get a Russell."

"And Mr. Fredricksen can walk around with a bouquet of balloons." You gasp as you pause the movie, pushing up onto the palms of your hands and hovering over Peter as you stare at him in realization. His smile slowly falls and he quickly shakes his head. "No."

"Please?"

"No, Y/N."

"Come on," you pout. "It's perfect. We can even wrangle Ned into being Russell."

Against his better judgement, Peter laughs. "No. Besides, it's too close to Halloween. We won't find costumes."

"Uh, hello." You swat at him. "We have Tony Stark and Natasha Romanoff on our side. And I'm sure your aunt May would just love to help out after we pitch the costume idea."

"Y/N.."

"Peter, please?"

He continues to stare at you until his gaze softens. "Fine."

"Yes! Thank you, thank you, thank you." You beam, quickly falling back down on him before you can do something stupid (like kiss his cheek), and press play on the movie again.

With one arm draped across his abdomen and your ear resting over his heart, you can't wipe the smile from your face as you hear his rapidly beating heart thump away.

- X - X - X - X - X -

"Rise and shine, kiddos. It's time to get up." Nothing. You hear the feminine voice, but you choose to ignore it. The arm around you tightens and you turn your face into Peter's chest. "Seriously, guys, get up. As adorable as this is, we've landed."

"Nat," you whine. "Get out."

"Like I said- adorable. You guys have ten minutes."

The door is shut and you sigh, pinching Peter's side when you feel him laughing. "M'sorry I fell asleep on you."

"I'm not. That was the best sleep I've had in awhile." As Peter starts to stretch, you roll over onto your back and do the same. "You always this grumpy?"

"Only when I'm still tired." You whimper and wince at the pain still lingering in your shoulder, and sigh and you sit up. "How's my face?"

Facing Peter, you close your eyes and let him inspect you. "I honestly thought it was going to be a lot worse than what it is. Your split lip is the worst of it."

"Awesome," you deadpan as he scoots out of bed. Then yawning, you gesture for him to go on. "I'll catch up with you later. We'll discuss costumes Monday at school."

"Alright." He lingers by the door and you smile softly at him as he sheepishly rubs the back of his neck. His face seems flushed, but you've no idea why. "Yeah. I'll just- I'll see you later."

Peter exits the room and you allow yourself a brief laugh. Then making sure your hair isn't a mess, you exit the room where everyone but Peter is lingering around still, smirks on every face there. "I don't want to hear it."

"Adorable," Natasha muses.

"We had to keep Stevie from marching in there and separating you two," Bucky then says.

You wrinkle your nose. "We slept. Well we watched movies and then slept. Nothing scandalous went on."

Tony waffles his eyebrows. "So you gonna ask him out?"

"Ugh. Don't make it weird. We're hanging out on Halloween and I rather not be a stuttering, flustered mess."

"Aw. No horror movie marathon this year?" Steve frowns.

"Sorry, bub." Then looking between Nat and Tony, you ask, "Do either of you know someone in the makeup department who can make latex wrinkles for the face? I need to age up Peter for his costume. And probably a seamstress who can tailor our outfits once we find them."

Natasha immediately shrugs. "Sure. What are you going as?"

Smiling, you tell them. "Mr. Fredricksen and Ellie from that animated movie UP. I'm going to try and rope our friend Ned into being Russell, so we'll also need someone who can make an adult Boy Scout outfit for him."

"That.. is the most adorable thing I've ever heard." Tony says. "Don't worry about a thing. You and your friends stop by the tower after you convince your Russell to join you and we'll get everything squared away. The only payment I'll require is pictures. Pepper loves that movie."

"Done and done. Thanks, Tony."

As it turns out, Ned didn't need any convincing at all after hearing the costume idea. He was immediately game for it all, much to Peter's amusement. And then to make the deal even sweeter, the boys were relieved to learn that Tony Stark himself was taking care of everything they needed under the supervision of the Black Widow. Ned, of course, knew all about Peter's identity, so he didn't really bat an eye about the Avengers doing this stuff for them, but he was curious as to how you fit in. So after a couple days of dealing with Ned's suspicious behavior, you thought it only fair you come clean to him about Mimic.

Needless to say, Ned was super stoked to have two enhanced individuals that he could call friends.

Then in the days leading up to Halloween, Ned and Peter would not leave you be. You were friends to begin with, though you mostly spoke between classes, but now they purposely sought you out- Ned to make sure you guys wanted him to be Russell and Peter because.. well you weren't really sure. He was always smiling, flushed, and kept sheepishly ducking his head when you laughed at something he said.

Halloween was then here and the three of you rushed to Tony's tower to change. Peter was the only one who needed a professional makeup artist to age him up, and then later had a white substance sprayed into his hair and eyebrows for the elderly man look. You easily shifted your features and hair color, aging yourself up and then adding some glasses to match the age you made Peter portray as Mr. Fredricksen.

When Peter steps out in black framed glasses, a white button up, suspenders, and brown corduroy pants, your heart melts. "Oh my god," you gush. "Petey!"

He chuckles. "Looking good, Ellie."

You're wearing a green pant suit and flats, your blazer cinched at the waist with a brown belt, and a purple flower pinned to the right side of your chest. "Right back at 'ya, Carl."

"Alright, Alright. I will admit this is cute," Sam says as he leans against the wall. Mostly everyone had come to the tower to hand out candy down in the main lobby. "You did good, kids."

"Wait for it," Tony smirks. "It gets better."

Another door opens and Natasha walks out, chuckling. "This was seriously the cutest idea ever."

Ned walks out then, a book in hand with a miniaturized version of the movie poster for UP plastered on the front. He fixes his sash- which bears badges for every Avenger, Spiderman, Mimic, Stark Industries, and the logo for their high school- across his chest, beaming. Then walking up to Tony, he opens the book and pretends to read from it. "Good afternoon! My name is Russell and I am a Wilderness Explorer. Are you in need of any assistance today, sir?"

"No."

The group gathered around all laugh and Tony claps Ned in the shoulder. "When Pepper walks in, please say that to her. She's going to love it, kid."

"Goddammit," Sam then grumbles. "You kids gather around. My momma needs to see this," he says while taking his phone out.

"Not yet!" You're quick to say. "Our costumes aren't complete yet."

"No? What the hell else is there? If you got someone to dress up as a bird and squawk at random people, I'm done."

Peter and Ned snicker, shaking their heads. The elevator then dings, and out walk Steve and Bucky with an insane amount of helium filled balloons of every color.

"There. Now you can take our picture."

The balloons get handed to Peter as you and Ned flank him. Bucky also hands over a cane, chuckling while muttering about Peter being the old man now, and the trio have to endure picture after picture.

The elevator dings yet again, this time Pepper being let off. "Tony? What was so important that you made me come down as soon as possible?"

Tony coughs and nudges Ned. "You're on."

Stumbling forward, Ned fumbles with the book. He stops in front of Pepper and nervously clears his throat. "Good afternoon! My name is Russell and I am a Wilderness Explorer. Are you in need of any assistance today, ma'am?"

Pepper's eyes actually tear up as her laugh resonates around the room. "You guys! You're so adorable!"

"Thank you, Miss Potts," Peter says.

"Yes, thank you, Pepper," you smile, waving at her.

Her eyes widen. "Y/N?"

"In the flesh."

"Oh, Tony. Please tell me you got pictures."

"We did. Lots of them."

"While we'd love to stay and chat, we really should go," Peter then says. "We'll walk around for about an hour before coming back here to greet the kids with you guys."

"Sounds good. Have fun, you three," Steve says.

- X - X - X - X - X -

Trick-or-Treating for your own candy is a bit hard when everyone really loves your costume. You have no idea how many times you've been stopped and asked to have a picture taken- either just you, Peter, and Ned, or you three with a child who'd been a fan of the movie- but it's still a fun night nonetheless.

When you return to the tower, it's a full blown mad house. Everyone seems to want to take advantage and enter the tower to meet the Avengers, but Tony and the others had made it clear the candy was for children and those with special needs when it became too much. The overzealous, adult fans had to be turned away and in the end the line outside was cut down a significant amount.

"Has it been like this the entire time?" You ask, sidling up next to Bucky. He nods. "Damn."

"Excuse me, miss? Do you think my kids can get a picture with you and the others in costume from the movie UP?"

Bucky grins. "Looks like you're up, kid."

You turn to the mother who'd asked the question and smile. "Sure thing. Let me just go get them."

So as the Avengers pass out candy to overeager children, you, Peter, and Ned pose for pictures with even more children. Halfway through, however, a familiar tune starts to play throughout the lobby. It's the Married Life tune from UP, the song that plays while the movie flash forwards from Carl and Ellie's wedding up until her death. You giggle, swaying back and forth in place, as the music gets louder. Everyone starts to take notice, oohhing and awwing.

"Would you- would you like to dance?" Peter nervously asks.

You glance at him, eyebrows raising in surprise. "What?"

"Dance. With me," Peter says, gulping. "I'm not the best, but we can keep it simple."

Slowly smiling, you laugh with a nod. "Sure. Lets do this."

Peter takes your hand and leads you out into the middle of the crowd, and you nervously laugh. "Oh my god. Is it weird that I'm nervous?"

"No. I am too."

Meeting his gaze, you furrow your brow as you seem just how nervous he actually is. "Are you okay?"

"Y-Yeah! Yeah. I'm just- excited."

You chuckle. "Okay. If you say so."

With your right hand encased in Peter's left and raised out, near shoulder level, your left hand lays on his shoulder while his free hand goes to your waist. The steps are rather simple, Peter leading you in a box step before turning and then doing it all over again. Every now and then he twirls you, much to everyone's ooh's and aww's, and you always come back to him with a laugh.

"Natasha was right, you know?" He suddenly blurts. "That day on the plane."

"What?"

W-We fell asleep watching movies. Or at least you thought I fell asleep, but I was awake. Natasha figured out it was me who you liked."

Your smile falls. "Peter.."

"I like you too." His eyes subtly widen at his quick admission and you can't help it. You snort and that seems to put him at ease once more. "If anyone is out of anyone's league, it's you. You are so far out of my league. Even Ned makes jokes-"

"Peter?" You cut him off.

"Yeah?"

"Just kiss me already."

He smiles wide before hesitantly leaning in to press his lips to yours, but the moment is ruined when Tony's voice resonates around the room. "Mr. and Mrs. Fredricksen, keep it PG. There are children still here."

You and Peter jerk back from one another, blushing, and you narrow your eyes when you see Sam reluctantly handing over money to a smirking Bucky.

Of course they'd make a bet on you and Peter.

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The Next Chapter, Part 1

Open Heart, Rafael Aveiro x MC (Reader)

The next night after Rafael told you he’s leaving town, he says his goodbye to you over dinner. The night goes well until you find out that his flight is scheduled the next day. Will you be able to convince him to stay? Or will he really leave you and Boston behind for good?

w // mature with no actual smut yet, swearing

word count: 2549

ao3 link feel free to download and change {Name} to your name, and sora’s {she} and {her} pronouns if applicable.

note: the summary sounds pretty angsty, but I promise this fic is gonna be rafael stans friendly. pb’s already giving us and raf a horrible treatment, I won’t do that to you legends xx let me know if you wanna be tagged when I post the second part that I still haven’t written!!!

After yet another long day at work, you are finally heading home.

You stayed about an hour past the end of your shift, but it doesn’t matter now that you’re making your way out the doors of Edenbrook. Wrapping your arms around yourself as the cold air of Boston greeted you, you let out a soft sigh, focused on getting into the subway to finally get home.

You don’t notice Rafael until he called out your name for the third time.

“Hey,” he greets as he finally catches up with you. “You mad at me or something?” he teases.

You give him a small smile. “You still leaving me behind? If so, then maybe a little.”

He laughs softly, eyes twinkling, seemingly happier now that he was with you. “I actually came to say goodbye to you guys. I mean, aside from signing paperwork and all that, but yeah.”

You feel a sting in your heart, remembering that he is really is leaving town, but you try to quickly hide your emotions. You swallow the forming lump in your throat. “Oh, Raf, I’m sorry but I’m afraid you missed the rest of the guys. I’m still here only because I had to finish something up with the team…”

“Yeah, I know, I talked to them earlier already.” he admits, scratching the back of his neck. “I’m actually waiting for you.”

Your eyes soften as you stare up at Rafael. Despite your feelings about him leaving Boston, you find yourself genuinely smiling at him. “I’m here now and all yours.”

…Really? Your heart skips a beat at what you just said. Real subtle.

But his eyes only seem to light up again. “Perfect. You up for some local food tonight?” Rafael asks. “Let’s hit the street markets. For old time’s sake and one last time. For at least a while.” He quickly adds before you can react.

You don’t hesitate to nod. “This is a trick question, right? When did I ever refuse Antonia’s jerk?”

You and Rafael make your way to the local markets, and soon enough you are seated with him in a table, an assortment of food and drinks in front of you.

You tell him about your day at work, mainly about the senator and Kyra, and he tells you about his conversation with his boss.

“Honestly, I think she’s convinced I’m leaving because of the suspension. I spent about half an hour telling her otherwise, and that is after already telling her the reason why. I’m not even kidding.”

You laugh gently, shaking your head. “That being the reason makes sense though, doesn’t it?” You sneak a glance at him before taking a sip of your drink. “Actually, why are you leaving?”

“I already told you, {Name}. I… I wanna see the world. I’ve never lived anywhere but Boston. I just realized maybe it’s time to finally change that.” Rafael explains, no smile on his lips anymore.

“And that realization just came out of nowhere?”

“…No. I guess maybe it is about my suspension. It’s just been a tough couple of months for me too, you know? I’m lacking purpose, and I don’t want to feel like this anymore. Leaving town… it feels right. I feel like I can start doing something new, something that matters.”

“But you’re already doing something important here, Raf, that goes beyond your job as a paramedic. You’re helping your people, giving back the best way you know how. Not to mention how much you love your community. So, is leaving really the answer?”

You are facing him this time, and Rafael holds your gaze although he doesn’t answer. He sighs softly, swallowing, biting down on his lip.

“I’m getting your point. I promise I’m on your side, Raf. But a move this big? As your friend I have to make sure you’re considering all sides to this.” You continue, then bite your tongue at that word. Friend.

You feel your heart clench, and even more at your following question. “What did Sora even say about this? {She} must know how much you love Boston.” You tried to casually ask, playing it cool like you’re not dying to know if {she}’s coming with.

“{She}’s, um, excited, actually.” Rafael answers with uncertainty, not wanting you to feel awkward. “But only because {she} already did this, you know? The big move. {She}’s also surprised with my decision, and quite unhappy about it, {she} made sure to let me know that.”

You nod. Of course, {she} would be supporting him leaving the city. You’re unsure why you thought {she}’d be with you in this. You know by now that you and Sora are close to opposites.

“You guys didn’t break up or anything, did you?” You ask, needing to look away because he can’t see the hint of hope in your eyes. You finish the last of your food as you waited for his answer.

“Not exactly… It’s not—{she}’s not upset about that.” Rafael plays with his bottom lip between his teeth.

“You didn’t exactly break up?” You asked again, confused. “What is {she} upset about?”

“We already ended things about a month ago, I think?”

You gape a little as you faced him again. You can’t deny feeling hopeful, but still, a month? “Why am I just knowing about this? You didn’t…” You trail off, eyes saddening.

“I just know you’ve been very busy, {Name}. Not only with the diagnostics team, but with doing what you can to save Edenbrook. You already have so much on your plate that I just didn’t want to bother—”

“Raf, please, you know I’ll always have time for you. I’m here right now, am I not?” You interrupt him, eyebrows furrowed.

He only gives you a sheepish smile, but then he turns serious again, guilt flashing in his eyes. He frowns as he looks away. “I’m leaving tomorrow, {Name}.”

Yet another bombshell. “That’s... that’s so soon, Raf. Why…” You trail off, needing to take a deep breath. In an instant, you know you’re feeling anger in your chest. “I don’t understand. You keep on saying that this feels right, but it seems to me that you’re running away from something.”

“{Name}…”

“Tell me I’m wrong then, Rafael. Tell me you’re not rushing to fly out of Boston. Tell me you’re not trying to get away from something.” You dare him, unaware that you’re clenching your fist, too upset.

You’re not sure where this anger is coming from. You know for a fact that he doesn’t owe you anything– at least not anymore– and that you have no right to be upset. But goddammit he’s leaving and there’s nothing you can do about it. You’re mad at yourself, you’re mad at the world.

Rafael clenches his jaw, but he looks at you with soft eyes, almost begging. For what, you’re unsure.

“You’re not even going to lie? Tell me that you are sure and that you’re not just being a coward?” You laugh dryly. “Of course not. You’re always honest, aren’t you?”

“{Name}, please, sit down.” He tries to coax you, but it only made you grab your things faster and get up on your feet quickly.

“You wanted to say goodbye, you said it. Goodbye, Rafael. I wish the best for you, I truly do. And I hope that whatever it is you’re trying to leave behind gives up the chase.” You look into his eyes as you speak, sincere, but there’s no hiding the thousand other emotions you are feeling right now.

Rafael sees them all, and so he follows you, but you’re much faster, resorting to running just to get away from him. It’s funny how you were giving him shit for running away, but here you are, literally doing so. He catches up with you only when you’re already out of the food hall and further down the almost empty street.

You only realize that you’re walking further instead of towards your apartment when he grabs your arm. You’re actually closer to his street instead. You curse in your mind, trying to get away from his hold.

“What the hell, {Name}?” Rafael says, but he loosens his hand around your arm. Once he sees you’re trying to catch your breath from running, he lets you go. “What is up with you?”

“I just…wanna go home.” You say out of breath.

“By walking the opposite way? Actually, excuse me, by running away, like what you claim I am doing.” He gives you a pointed look.

You hold up your index finger, gesturing for him to hold on, then you turn, starting to walk away in the opposite direction.

“Are you—” He quickly runs after you, grabbing your arm again. “{Name}, please. I don’t understand why you’re acting like this.”

“If it isn’t obvious yet, Raf, I’m upset.”

“Why, because I’m leaving? Can’t you see that I’m putting myself first for once? I swear I imagined you’d be proud of me. Aren’t you always the one always pushing me to pursue what I really wanted?”

“You breaking up with me, Raf, despite what I felt, what I strongly felt and still feel about you, that is you putting yourself first. This? Don’t pretend this is the same. Don’t pretend that by leaving you’re doing what’s right and that you’re not trying to avoid a problem! Please, just let me go, I don’t think we still have something to talk about.” You raise your voice, breaths still heavy.

Rafael looks taken aback, and you instantly feel guilty, but he slowly lets your arm go again so you take the chance to take a few steps away. He thankfully doesn’t follow, and you thought you’d be able to finally go, but you freeze the moment you realize what you just said.

You blush deeply, slowly facing him again. “Also... also with your breakup with Sora.” You try to add, but only flushing more as you’re unsure who ended the relationship. “If you… I mean, if you broke up with her. If she broke up with you, obviously, she put herself first. Unless it was a mutual decision, of course. In that case you both are putting each other…” You trail off as Rafael made his way towards you again.

You’re not running anymore, so you’re confused why he is doing so towards you. “What—” After watching the big guy make his way to you, the next thing you know is that his lips are on yours. Your eyes are wide the moment your mouths meet, but as he started kissing you, god it feels so good and it feels like home, that you had no choice but to kiss him back.

He grabs your hips and pulls your body closer to him as his tongue slips past your mouth, and you moan into his. You wrap your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.

Somehow, him leaving is far from both your minds now. The fact that you’re not together anymore? It’s as if it’s long forgotten. You were skeptical when he said that leaving ‘feels right’, because how the hell does feeling right feels? But now that you’re kissing him, you’re sure that this is what feels right. Right and perfect, like your lips and his are meant to always meet like this.

Much to your dismay, he starts to pull away after a long moment. But he only grabs your face this time, obviously catching his breath. You start to laugh softly, but he only kisses you again, even more hungrily. You kiss him back, humming into his mouth, but you pull away again, taking his hand leading him into an alley.

His eyes darken as soon as he realized where you’re going, but he tugs your hand to stop you. “I… god, I want to, {Name}. But it’s been so long. I can’t make love to you in some random alleyway.”

You feel your heart flutter and you can’t help your giddy smile, but you tease him, trailing your finger on his chest through his shirt. “You sure?” You smile slyly. “We crossed off dancing under the street lamps. How about fucking—”

Before you can finish, his lips are on yours again, devouring your mouth. You feel just how much he truly wants you, and you admire how he’s able to resist your offer because you’re more than ready to jump him here and now. “My house. Now.” He commands, and you don’t dare suggesting otherwise after that.

You reach his house not long after, and you were glad to see no trace of Sora behind. You half-expected to see a shirt or shoes lying around that’s evidently smaller than Rafael’s size.

When you got to his bedroom, it was obvious you were looking around. You tried to observe what changed, or if there’s anything out of the ordinary. Before you can overthink the pile of clothes neatly folded and oddly placed on his study table, you feel him wrap his arms around you from behind.

“We didn’t, {Name}.” He says softly near your ear, kissing your temple.

“You mean, not here? {Her} house?” You move your head to the side a little, looking back at him.

“Not ever. One of the many reasons why she broke up with me.” He clarifies.

You almost feel guilty that it made you glad, but his hands rubbing your sides feels amazing and it only ignites your desire for him more. “Mm. Then I’m happy to let you know I didn’t have any rebound sex with anyone either.” You grin, taking his hand, leading him to the bed.

Laughing gently behind you, he carries you in his arms bridal style, only to throw you onto the bed on your back.

“I’m having amazing flashbacks.” You grin, taking off your shirt before moving up more on the bed, tugging off your jeans, and he helps you take it off completely.

He gives himself a moment to stare at you in your underwear, swallowing, the dark look back in his eyes. He quickly takes off his jacket and his shirt, climbing on top of you.

You kiss him again, slower this time, but somehow much more intensely.

He breathes your name against your mouth, and he kisses down your jaw and neck.

“You feel it too, Raf?” You ask softly, tilting your head to the side to give him more access to your neck, moaning softly at the feel of his hot mouth and lips against your skin. “Like you’re right where you’re supposed to be?”

“In your arms? Yes.” He doesn’t hesitate to answer, pulling away a little so he can look into your eyes, smiling, wider than you have ever seen him do in the past months. Just like before, when you were still together, you realize.

You feel a rush of excitement, and you take his face in your hands, kissing him again. When you pull away you literally had to bite your tongue so you don’t tell him you love him here and now.

You take a deep breath, running your fingers through his hair, making him meet your gaze again. “Then stay.” You tell him softly, almost in a whisper.

“{Name}…” His eyes soften.

“Stay, Rafael. Stay with me.”

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myhockeyworld87 · 6 years ago

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Nervous Regrets - Tyler Seguin - Part 5

Requested: No

Word Count: 2838

Warning: Not really anything, maybe cursing at this point I think I at least use one swear word in if not more..haha

POV: Tyler

Notes: The next couple pieces are a bit fluffy. Currently working on Part 7, Part 6 will be up later this week. Also interested in maybe working on another piece, if anyone has any recommendations.

You were going to be a dad; it was the first thought that popped into your head as you opened your eyes. Though why that surprised you, you can’t be certain; as it was the last one you had before you fell asleep. What had transpired last evening was like something out of a movie. Never in a million years had you expected (Y/N) to tell you she was pregnant! That she loved you, you hoped; that you should go to hell was more likely. But never that she was carrying your baby.

It was crazy how when you heard the news; all the doubts you had about being a good father, good husband had just vanished out the window. When she uttered those words all you could think about was; is she ok, is the baby ok, only their well-being mattered. In that moment you realized that your passion for hockey waned in comparison to your need to protect them, care for them, and most of all love them. If you could have only known this three months ago. There was no changing the past now; you needed to work towards the future, a future with (Y/N) and your unborn child.

That meant getting your ass out of bed, going to morning skate and start playing like you deserved the eight-year contract you just signed. With renewed hope, you hauled yourself to the kitchen to feed the dogs and yourself. Making yourself a healthy breakfast you caught yourself singing along to the radio playing in the background. It was the first time in months you’d actually felt alive.

Entering the arena, a tad late, you bolted onto the ice; whizzing around getting your skating legs underneath you. The drills that had only just days ago seem mundane and useless, now skated with renewed precision. Working with your line; passes were crisper, shots perfectly placed. Taking aim at the net, you brought your stick back, cracking the puck and letting it soar past Bishop, into the net. God it felt good. “That a boy, Seggy,” Monty finally being able to cheer you on. The hour flew by, faster than when you were five-years-old; thinking it had only been ten minutes. You were last off the ice, taking a few extra practice shots before heading into the locker room. By the time you entered most of your teammates had left, a few lingered; but you sensed Jamie stayed on purpose.

Once everyone else had taken leave Jamie finally came up to you. “So, I take it things went well last night?” He had known you were going to the charity event in hopes to see (Y/N). While he didn’t entirely approve of your methods, he was rooting for the two of you to reconcile.

“I wouldn’t put it that way exactly. But we’re making progress.”

“Wanna talk about it?” Needing to rehash some of last night, you nodded. Staff still milled around, and it was not a discussion that you needed everyone hearing. “I’ve gotta drop this shit off at my house then I’ll be over.” People didn’t give Jamie enough credit; he was an excellent captain, always knowing what his fellow teammates needed, always handling things with digression.

Packing up you headed back to your place; the short ride giving you time to re-evaluate. Jamie pulled in almost immediately behind you. Making coffee you began to recount your night. “I put her through hell Chubbs. You have no idea.”

“I’m sure things haven’t been easy for her.”

“That’s putting it mildly. The beginning of the night was an all-out battle. She doesn’t trust me, and I can’t blame her.” You described all the details of what transpired to Jamie, how she didn’t sleep for days, got dismissed from work, and finally how depression had overtaken her. There was just one last thing to mention; tiny as it might be in form, it was probably the biggest aspect of the night. “All that shit I put her through, but that wasn’t the worst thing. And, not that it’s a bad thing. Shit, I don’t even know how to say it. Or even if I should be.” Vaguely wondering who all (Y/N) had already told.

“Segs I’m not going to say anything to anyone if that’s what you’re worried about. And trust me I’m not going to look at (Y/N) any differently.”

“Well she’s gonna look differently.” Jamie just stared at you, your comment not making any sense at all. You had a feeling it was the look you had given when (Y/N) had said ‘we’re gone,’ last night. “She’s pregnant man, with my baby.” The possessiveness in you making you add that last part.

“Fuck are you serious?”

“Yeah, I was fucking stunned. And then of course I did the most stupid thing possible and asked if it was mine.”

“Jesus, Tyler! You know that woman loves you. She would never cheat on you.” The fact that he just called you Tyler made you again realize how badly you’d screwed up last night.

“Well it wouldn’t have been cheating, we weren’t together.” Jamie just shook his head at the stupidity of your statement. You’d tried to lessen the blow for yourself, by justifying your questioning. It rang hollow even to your ears. “You’re right I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking then. Anyway, she’s like fifteen weeks along. I would’ve thought she’d be showing by then or something.”

“Usually happens around like twelve or sixteen weeks on a first pregnancy. Everyone’s different though” Your quizzical expression had him following up that statement. “What, my sister just had a baby, I know some shit.”

“Well then you’re gonna teach me. I came home last night and ordered a bunch of books on Amazon.” Admittedly you might have gotten carried away downloading them all; there was, Dad’s Guide to Pregnancy for Dummies, Pregnancy: Put Yourself in her Shoes, We’re Pregnant, and Everything You Wanted To Know About Pregnancy But Were Too Afraid or Embarrassed to Ask. It was a little overwhelming, but you needed to prepare yourself. “I’m kind of at a loss on where to start.”

Clapping you on the back, giving your shoulder a squeeze; Jamie encouraged you. “You’re gonna do great Seggy. I know my brother-in-law felt the same way, and now he’s a pro with my niece.”

“Yeah, I hope I even get the chance. I need to get all this shit with (Y/N) figured out before the baby comes. Any ideas on how I can make that happen?”

“Hmmm, I don’t know man. It needs to be big though. Like fucking fall on your knees beg for forgiveness type of shit.”

“Thanks Captain Obvious. I know that already. I’ve already got flowers being delivered to her office on Monday, since I have no clue where she’s living at the moment.”

“You need a god damn flower wall, not just a bouquet.” Jamie was right, you needed to think bigger. Something that said ‘I love you, I’m never leaving you, as well as I’ll never fucking cheat on you again, not even in a million years. That you couldn’t really buy a gift like that at the nearest mall, wasn’t lost on you. It needed to be something that showed her you were working towards your future together; moving on from past mistakes.

Then like a light switch turning on a lamp; it hit you. “I got it!” excitement sounding in your voice. “A few weeks ago the realtor called. That house I’ve always wanted was coming on the market. (Y/N) and I have ridden past it a million times. We talked about buying it one day or building something like it. It has the perfect backyard for the dogs and kids. I’m gonna buy it, and give it to her. That is if it’s still for sale.” Getting the call weeks ago, you had dismissed the idea. That was your dream home, the place where you wanted to make your life with (Y/N); without her, at the time you just couldn’t even see contemplating it. Now, it was the perfect plan to show her where you wanted your lives to go.

“I don’t know Segs. That seems a little….extreme.” You wouldn’t let Jamie’s reluctance sway you. “I was thinking more along the lines of like, couples’ therapy.”

Flashing Jamie, a distasteful look, you grabbed your phone dialing the realtor’s number. A few quick questions and you set up a time tomorrow evening to view the home with (Y/N). Hanging up you gave Chubbs a pleased look. “This is gonna work man. I just feel it.”

Continuing to shake his head at your strategy, Jamie got up to leave. “Look, I’m gonna head home and grab a nap before the game tonight. Just give it a little more thought before you follow this through. Would you Seggy?”

“You just don’t get the beauty of it yet, Chubbs. Just wait you’ll see. I’ll talk to you tonight.” Walking him to the door, you glanced at your watch; (Y/N) should’ve called by now. Wordlessly you sent up a quick prayer that she wouldn’t back out. Throwing yourself on the couch, you watched time slowly tick by minute by painstaking minute. You let your mind drift to a time in the near future; you and (Y/N) walking into your new home, carrying a small little bundle in a car carrier. (Y/N) looked gorgeous as always, glancing down at the carrier you checked in on your new born; trying to determine if it was a boy or a girl. The ring on your phone brought you back from your imaginings. (Y/N)’s face appeared on the screen and you smiled to your empty living room.

“Hey, babe.” It was an easy term of endearment that fell off your lips, after all the time the two of you had spent together.

“Hey Ty. How was your morning skate?”

This easy routine conversation felt like a million that you’d had before with her; one that you would have every time you were on the road. It was nice to feel some normalcy again. “Really great. I feel like tonight is going to be a good night for me, ya know.” You meant all those words, after practice you just had a renewed sense about the game.

“That’s great Tyler. I’m glad you’re feeling better about hockey at least.”

“I’m feeling better about a lot of things.” Unsaid words hung in the air. There was a long pause, as if she didn’t know what to say next and so to fill the void you added. “You wouldn’t want to come tonight, would you?”

“Ummmm…I….Ummm…”you frowned knowing the answer she was trying to spit out; your brain already trying to work on a response. “I just don’t think I’d feel comfortable doing that yet Ty.”

“Yeah sure, I completely understand. Plus, it’ll be noisy and loud, probably not good for the baby.” She laughed at that; the sound, music to your ears.

“I think the baby can probably handle it, it’s got a lot surrounding it in there.”

“Oh well, yeah…you’re probably right. Are you feeling ok today?” You hadn’t had a chance to discuss all the particulars with her; however, you’d read quickly last night that most morning sickness is over in the second trimester, which is where (Y/N) was at right now.

“Yeah, baby and I are having a good morning.” You could almost hear the smile in her voice.

“That’s great hun. You know we haven’t talked a lot about things, I mean where the baby’s concerned. I realized that when I was talking to Jamie.”

Screaming into the phone at you, she yelled, “You told Jamie I’m pregnant!?!”

Clearly this was another obvious mistake on your part; this was not the direction you wanted the conversation to go. You’d had enough screaming and yelling last night. “Um…Yeah. I didn’t think it’s that big of deal. I mean your friends know right?”

“No Tyler, I haven’t fucking told a sole.” This said in a much softer voice. You hadn’t really given any real credence to her not telling anyone; automatically assuming her friends had this knowledge. After all they were the ones who had taken her to the doctor’s office in the first place.

“Fuck, I’m sorry. I just thought…well since they took you and all.” It was yet another apology you were having to make to her.

“No…It’s fine. I should’ve said something last night. I’m sorry I yelled.” Her regret at least showed you were making some headway.

“Babe, why haven’t you told anyone?” It was a small question and one you wanted answered. Waking up this morning you were bubbling with excitement about the news, wanting to share it. That she had kept this secret from all those she loved for three weeks, was almost unfathomable.

A long pause prefaced her answer. “I…Ummm…I don’t know Ty. I’m scared.” The last part barely a whisper.

You knew that giving birth could be a scary time for a woman; hell, you had a feeling that when the time came, you would never know fear like you would in that moment. Already the baby and (Y/N) meant so much to you, and you hadn’t even known for twenty-four hours. Reassuring her, you spoke. “I know it can be scary hun, but we’ll get through this, together.”

“I think that’s what I’m scared about Ty, the together part. Like I just don’t know.” Couldn’t she realize the life the three of you would have; correction six with the dogs. It would be almost out of a storybook. Lazy summer Sundays at the lake, where you’re laying in the grass, the baby between you. Taking them home after a victory. Hell, you’d already had a crystal-clear image of more kids to come. Knowing your sins of the past, weren’t quite forgiven yet, wasn’t an obstacle you would let get in the way of all that.

“(Y/N), I know we have a long road ahead of us, but you’ve got to know; no got to believe, we are going to get through this. I promise you.” It was a promise you would continue to make, until she knew it deep in her bones.

“I wish I could be as certain as you.”

“We’ll get there, babe. You’ll see.” Silence ensued after that comment, but it wasn’t a bad thing. Your arms ached wanting to hold this woman in them right now and just reassure her. After a moment, you steered the conversation elsewhere. “So, I was kind of hoping that maybe tomorrow after work we could spend some time together. I’ve got something I need to show you.”

Grateful for the change, she answered, “Really, what’s that?”

“Oh no, you’re not going to ruin the surprise. You’ve just got to wait and see. So, can I pick you up about seven?”

Finally relenting with a, “Yeah, sure. I’ll text you my new address.”

It was a step you didn’t think she would take, that she did, had your heart soaring. “Excellent!”

“Oh, I forgot to tell you. The appointment on Tuesday is at four in the afternoon. Did you want to meet me there or go together?”

Was this really a question, you could only imagine the stares, you would receive walking in to an OB/GYN office by yourself. “Honestly, I’d feel a bit weird walking in there by myself. Could I pick you up at the office or wherever you’re going to be and we’ll go together?”

The light chuckle she gave, told you she already knew your reply. “I had a feeling. And yes, I’ll probably be at work; so, if you wouldn’t mind coming there, that would be great.” Plans made for the next few days, your adrenaline was pumping; knowing that you’d get to see her two days in a row. “I should probably let you get a nap; you’ve got a big game.”

Frowning, time was always too short with her. You longed for those days when she would be around constantly; sharing naps with you. Sighing, you knew that time would come soon enough. “Yeah, I probably should. I’ll see you tomorrow at seven, maybe we could grab something to eat too. Gotta keep you two healthy.” It was also an ulterior motive to be around her longer.

“Sounds good. Have a good game Ty.”

“Thanks, babe. I love you.” The last part automatically coming out of your mouth, but the words were always true. Silently you willed her to say them back.

“Me too.” It wasn’t exactly the response you were looking for, but then again, she didn’t hang up on you either. Laying the phone down on the table; you focused on what tomorrow would bring, closing your eyes, dreaming of all the possibilities that your future held with (Y/N) by your side.

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dramaqueeenamby · 6 years ago

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Waves {drabble}

A/N: Well. Not too happy with this one. It was supposed to be based on @petit-funsize (WHAT IS YOUR NEW @ MA’AM) request for additional scenes of these two while Summer was pregnant, and while this does tackle that.....meh.

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WAVES

“What about this?”

“Christopher.”

“It gets pretty decent mileage.”

“Christopher!”

“I’m thinking red.”

“Sir, if you do not stop this nonsense.”

“Since when is planning nonsense?”

“Baby, you’re talking about getting cars for children who aren’t even born yet!”

“I fail to see the problem.”

“You-“ Summer closed her eyes and shook her head. “How about we focus on things that we actually need now and not 16 years from now.”

He scoffed. “Excuse me for trying to be a good papa. Didn’t know that was a problem.”

“You’re going to be an amazing papa, Christopher without spending a ridiculous amount of money on cars that they won’t be able to use for over a decade.”

His eyes widened with excitement. “What about the little motorized ones?” Summer stopped in the middle of her brushing to turn toward him. “Come on. For their mobility!”

“I am seriously about to throw this brush at your big ass head.”

“I’m not the one who keeps stretching bonnets.” He quickly ducked as she lived up to her threat. “Now what did that solve?”

Summer threw her head back and groaned. One hand going to her back and the other to her stomach, she rubbed her growing belly.

At seven months, she was feeling every bit of her pregnancy. The twins were forever moving around, playing tag with her bladder, and reacting to every single thing that they heard. They were especially active when they heard herself or Christopher talking, and since relaying his entire day, play by play, to her stomach, became his new favorite pastime, sleeping was something that happened scarcely.

“I’m sorry.” Summer opened her eyes and immediately smiled at the soft blue eyes and childlike pout. “I’m just...so damn excited.”

“That you just can’t hide it?” She giggled at his scowl, his hand moving on top of hers. Sure enough, showtime. “Speaking of hiding, can you please tell Thing 1 and Thing 2 to take a nap or something?”

“Leave my children alone, you bully,” he defended, his other hand going to feel on her ass. He was obsessed with her pregnancy curves. “They’re getting restless in there.”

“Trust me, the feeling is mutual.” A hard kick let her know that her comment was not appreciated. “What! I wanna meet you both just as badly as your dumbass sperm donor.”

“Wow. I feel so loved.”

“You should.” She turned around in his arms, her pregnant belly forming a sort of barrier between them, prompting him to rest his hands on her hips. Christopher was big in contact. “I don’t just have children for anybody. What kind of woman do you take me for?”

“A fine ass one.” She busted her smile as he kissed on the side of her neck. “And mine.”

“Asterisk.”

“Shut up.”

Christopher eventually allowed Summer to finish getting ready, and 30 minutes and a sleeked down top bun later, she was ready to go out.

It was her first outing in about two weeks as she’d grown frustrated with the constant sneaking and following by the paparazzi whenever she tried to go out and engage as a normal person.

Both Summer and Christopher had taken a sort of break from social media following their completion of the Infinity War promo. They didn’t go out as much either, both the parents to be focused on preparing for the birth of their children.

Unfortunately, given their international fame and status, everyone was expecting what felt like monthly updates on one of Hollywood’s favorite couples.

However, neither Summer or Christopher were interested in making a thing of her pregnancy. They wanted to celebrate in private and without the judgmental and watchful eyes of the outside world.

“This is cute.” Summer mumbled, lifting up a pink and black floral onesie. “I like it.”

Christopher looked over and nodded. “Me too.” She glanced at him to see he had his phone on her, prompting her to smile and shake her head.

“Another recording?”

While the actor hadn’t engaged much in social media, it seemed like every day he had his phone on his wife. From recording her help decorate the nursery to just laying in bed, watching the movement of their energetic twins in her belly, he was capturing everything that he could.

Normally, Summer was opposed to her husband always trying to get her on camera, but not for this. This was special. These were memories.

“You got it,” he replied and moved so that he could be in view of the camera, holding up two fingers. “Just two more months, kiddos, and we’ll finally get to go to the beach.”

“You would want that to be their first outing.”

“The ocean is a magical thing, Chlorine.”

“You motherf-“ he moved forward to cover her mouth as she tried to pry at his hands.

“Your mother also can’t wait to meet you guys. She’s so excited that I had to say it for her. Isn’t that right, honey?”

He dropped his hand and Summer slyly moved her hand behind Chris’s back to pinch his skin. “Mommy just can’t wait for you guys to stop sitting on my bladder.”

He rolled his eyes. “Don’t listen to her. It’s an honor to have such wonderful children-“

“I can’t believe that you’re really out here recording. What’s next? A YouTube channel.”

“Who told you!”

She laughed and hugged him, resting her face on his chest as he kissed the top of her head. “We just want to hold you already. We love you.”

“Very much so.” A beat. “Hence why we’re getting you two matching Tesla’s.”

“Christopher!”

••••••••

Hand on the small of her back, Summer waddled out of the bathroom after finishing her nightly routine.

“Baby, reminds me to call your mom tomorrow. She found some more of your baby stuff that she wants to show me.”

“Yeah, sure. Of course.”

Summer sensed the distracted tone of his voice and saw that he was on his phone. Sucking her teeth, she shuffled over to their bed and snatched it out of his hands. “Hey.”

“Sir, I am sick of you and this damn book.”

Christopher and Summer’s first “date” took place while they were in the middle of filming AOU, and it really just consisted of him inviting her over to his rental where he cooked for them. During dinner, conversation transpired where playful and suggestive banter commenced.

During that conversation, the Australian shared that he was never big and still wasn’t on reading. Fast forward to years later, and every time that Summer checked in on her husband, he was downloading or reading some book on parenting.

Looking at the phone, her eyes darted do the top to check for the title.

Strong Fathers. Strong Daughters. 10 Secrets Every Father Should Know.

“Can’t I be productive?”

She gestured down to her stomach. “You already were.”

He smiled. “My best work yet.” She flicked him on his chest as he reached for the phone. “Okay. Come on. Give it back.”

“No. You’re obsessed with these damn books, and enough is enough.”

“Summer.”

“Christopher.” She matched his tone and placed the iPhone on their nightstand. Summer carefully moved onto the bed, his arms reaching out to help her down where he welcomed her in between his legs. “Stop it. You keep reading these books and watching all these videos, and for what? You don’t need them, honey.”

He sighed. “I’m just tying to-“

“That’s just it, Christopher. You keep trying to be something that you already are.” Without waiting for him to comment, she continued. “Baby, you are an amazing husband. You’ve been so attentive and gentle with me throughout this whole thing. Even when we were filming, I know you’d go against set rules and break away from scenes just to call or even come check on me since Thing 1 and Thing 2 kept taking turns making mama want to throw up.”

“They did it with love.”

“You watch me almost every second of the damn day. Literally. You enabled Find My iPhone without even telling me. You march into the bathroom if I’m in there for more than five minutes!”

“You know now, and many a women have almost drowned in the bathroom, Sunrise!”

“And I know that you’re scared, baby. Shit, I’m scared too. There’s going to be two little rambunctious ‘us’ depending on us when we don’t even have ourselves together if you really want to go there.” She chuckled quietly. “But that’s okay, because we’re in this together, and we’re gonna mess up, sure, but we have each other, and I believe in us. I believe in you.”

“Christopher.” She moved her hands over his forearms, turning her body as best she could to look up at him. “You’re going to be the best papa ever. The kids are lucky to have you, just like I am.” A beat. “You’re freaking Thor for god’s sake.”

He laughed and pressed a warm, lingering kiss to her temple. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” She smiled. “Now stop worrying, and help me up. I have to pee.”

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surveys-at-your-service · 6 years ago

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Survey #218

“give me liberty or death. ... ah, fuck it, just give me death.”

Do you know anyone who had to have tubes put in their ears as a baby? Me. What is the nearest glass object to you? A cup. Were either of your parents baptized? I'm sure my mom was, but I have no clue about Dad. The last concert that you were at, was there a mosh pit? No. What was the last computer game that you played? World of Warcraft. If you had to choose a new cell phone, what phone would you pick? Some sort of iPhone. I hate my Samsung. Has anyone killed one of your pets before? People have run over our cats before, but I'm certain that wasn't intentional. Does your bathroom have a theme to it? No. Are any rooms in your house themed? No. Is there a song that as soon as you hear it you are happier? At least to a degree. Do you have a push lawnmower or a riding lawnmower? We don't have one; Mom pays someone to do it. He uses a riding one, though. When was the last time someone teased you? Idr. Would you trust a vehicle that automatically parallel parks for you? Lmao could probably do it better than I could. Have you ever hit a car while parking? No, but I rarely drive anyway and never park close to others. When you are eating fast food, do you tend to get burgers or chicken? Burgers. When was the last time you used Microsoft Excel? No clue. What was the last thing that you recorded? I was WAY too excited the rare felhound mount dropped for me in WoW so I had to show Sara while I screamed lmao. Have you ever edited an article on Wikipedia? No. Do you like the show Futurama? I've never been into what I've seen. Have you ever found an arrow head? I don't remember ever having had. Have you given up any bad habits for someone? Don't think so. Who is with you? My cat's in the room, as is of course Venus. In what part of your life so far, have you learnt the most about yourself? 2017-2018, probably. Have you ever been in a fist fight? No. What aggravates you most about people in general? I guess if you want to put all humans together, I guess you never know what's gonna hurt who. When they have a valid reason to be hurt by it, anyway. Are your ears pierced? Twice in each lobe and then my right tragus. What did you last say out loud? Something to Teddy about wanting so much attention. Not at all in a bad way. Do you like anything about being angry? Fuck no. Did you have a summer job this year? No. Where do you wish you were? I've been dying to be at Sara's BAD LATELY MY MAN. Do you get surprises often? No, nor do I like them. I get too nervous. Name a crime you have committed? Illegally downloading things. Do you tell people when they get on your nerves? No, not normally. You're in jail… Who bails you out? Dad, most likely, taking money into account. I don't even know if he could afford bailing someone out, though. Are your feelings hurt easily? YEAH. What’s the ultimate cake topping? Just frosting. Have you ever ridden a motorcycle? No. Do you ever forward or reply to chain mails? Never. Have you ever tried to make your own alcohol? Nope. If you were to join one of the armed forces, which would it be? Lol no. Have you ever been to see stand up comedy? No. Have you ever needed stitches? At least twice. Have you ever been in a submarine? No. What would you do if someone proposed to you tomorrow? I'd say no, even if it was Sara. We're not ready for that yet. Which fictional character do you wish was real? Sobs all my favorites of everything are villains and therefore shouldn't be brought to life. Uhhhh. Idk. Maybe Harry Mason from SH 'cuz the entire human population deserves a dad like that. Do you own a lava lamp? I wish. Have you ever been in a hot tub or sauna? Yes to hot tub, but you couldn't pay me to set foot in a sauna. Have you ever had chicken pox? No. Do you believe there used to be dragons? No. We would've found fossil evidence by now, I think. Who’s your favorite god from ancient history? Man, idk. I love mythology. But memory is pretty faint though so I don't remember what most did/what they stand for. What was the last present you received? Uhhhh I'm not sure. Could you go out with someone who had a child from a previous relationship? No. I am not being a mother figure for anyone. What was your first alcoholic drink? Hard lemonade. What was your first detention for? I've only ever had detention for excessive tardies. Did you ever have a treehouse as a kid? No. Have you ever appeared on YouTube? EW LET'S FORGET THAT. Have you ever been on radio? No. Do you like your own name? I do. Could you ever have an affair with a married person? Fuck no. Could you ever split up a couple for one reason or another? I mean I'd urge one to leave the other if they were abusive or not really in love or something like that. I wouldn't out of my own interests. Which celebrity do you find the most annoying? The Paul brothers are fucking obnoxious trash. Is there anyone you work with that you don’t get along with? Why? N/A Have you ever been romantically interested in a coworker? No. Have you ever been romantically involved with a coworker? No. What is the game you’re currently playing most often on your phone? None. Do you have an opinion on adopting/purchasing a pet? Adopt. I understand the temptation of wanting a certain breed of pet, but you've gotta think beyond your desires here. There are so, so, SO many homeless cats and dogs especially that need homes. When was the last time you climbed a tree? Never, I believe. Why were you last pulled over? I never have been, thank GOD. Do you have any friends that own a private lake? I can just about guarantee no. Are you cool with swimming in a lake? It would depend on the lake. Do you have a drone? No. Do you have any t-shirts from any local businesses? No. Do you listen to any talk shows or podcasts? Only Mark's and his friends'. Do you know anyone who’s had their own podcast? I don't think so. Where were you the last time you stayed in a hotel? The beach. Do you know anyone who is freaked out by cats? No. What kind of music do your parents listen to? Mom loves (classic) metal and rock like me, but she also enjoys Christian music. Dad likes rock and classic metal/rock. What do you do when you can’t escape thoughts of your ex? I mean, I'm a bad person to ask, because my PTSD is tied to my ex. My case is far more extreme. All you really can do is try to do things to distract yourself. What do you think about indoor pets? Love 'em. How it should be most of the time for most animals. Would you agree that love is blind? Very. Did your first real significant other change you at all? Yes. Are you waiting to have sex until you’re married? I don't think so, if I was to ever be in that situation with a man again. How many schools have you been to? Five, but I'm about to start my sixth. Do any songs give you goosebumps? I get goosebumps very, VERY easily when it comes to music. I don't even have to really like the song. What do you think about divorce? Sadly necessary in extreme cases. What’s your favorite way to eat peanut butter? In a Reese's lol. Do you still watch any cartoons meant for kids? I don't watch TV now, but if I was still into watching shows, I'd totally still follow Pokemon. What’s your favorite kind of cereal? Man, idk. Maybe Cinnamon Toast Crunch. What were you doing the last time you were on a roof? Just sitting up there. Do you have any stickers on your car? Mom has I think one? Have you ever given someone flowers? I'll always remember this one Mother's Day where I went down our old path with my sister and friend and we picked up SO many flowers to put in a glass cup as a bouquet for Mom. So yeah. Do you have any stickers on your laptop? No. Do you listen to Nirvana? I don't usually search them out, but they're on my iPod, and I won't generally skip 'em if a Nirvana song comes along. What is one thing stopping you from becoming a veterinarian? I hate seeing animals in pain and/or dying. Are you easily scared by horror movies? Not at all. How old were you when you were first pulled over by the police? I've never been pulled over. When was the last time you drank out of a champagne glass? I've no idea. Do you enjoy plane journeys, if you’ve ever been on one? If we're just talking the ride and not the process leading up to it, and so long I've the window seat, yeah, they're fine. What’s the last movie you’ve seen in theaters and can honestly say you enjoyed? I adored the live action TLK, truly and thoroughly. I didn't at all get the hate. Like I know a common criticism is they took the realism too far (they were lacking in expression), but I liked that, honestly. It made it feel all the more real. I mean honestly, I possibly liked it more than the animated (save for the "Be Prepared" singing), and that movie is sacred to me. Have you ever seen your father cry? I've only seen him tear up like once in my life. How would your parents react if you got pregnant? They'd be confused as fuck because I'm the polar opposite of promiscuous, monogamous, advise that to only happen after marriage, and am with a girl. If you’re in a relationship, how is it going? If you’re single, are you looking for someone? It's going great. We're just ready to no longer be long-distance. How big is your bed? Queen-sized. Do you believe the Holocaust happened? No??????????? fucking????????????????? shit??????????????????????????????? Ever spent any time on a military base? No. Have you ever tried putting black pepper on mac ‘n’ cheese? (It’s good!) Yes, delicious. Has a wild animal ever been loose in your house? Not our current house. We lived in the woods beforehand, and we did have mild mice problems in the winter. Have you ever felt a temperature below 0? No. Have you ever seen a volcano? Not in person. Are you a fan of Janis Joplin? I've actually never really listened to her. Have you ever mowed the lawn (even a little bit)? No. What’s the closest river to you? The Tar River. Don't mind sharing considering it's ginormous. Who were the last 3 males you talked to? My nephew, his dad, then my own dad. What was the last form of communication you used to speak to your best friend? (e.g. text message, phone call) Text. What was the last alcoholic drink you tried for the first time? Uhhhh I think some kind of white wine? Did you like it? Not in the slightest. What’s your favorite feature of the person you’re currently interested in? She has the cutest random little freckle on her hip. Do you remember the first CD you ever bought? I believe the first I personally wanted and got was the Swan Songs album by Hollywood Undead. Where is your favorite place to get fries? You have NOT lived until you've eaten Bojangle's fries. They have a special seasoning that is absolutely spectacular. The Bojangle's experience is so important that it's the first place we went when Sara first came here lmao. Do you know anyone who was raised by their grandparents? Don't believe so. Have you ever made your own pie from scratch? No. What is your favorite gaming console? PS2, always. What was the last major city you visited? Chicago. I mean, or Raleigh, if you count it as a "major" one. How many romantic relationships have you been in so far? I only really consider Jason and Sara as "romantic" relationships. Have you ever used a leaf blower? No. What would you say is the worst part of high school, period? The shift from child to young adult. Hormones make the experience so, so much more difficult than it needs to be. What is your favorite color of apple? Red, green or yellow? Red. They're usually the most crisp. If you were dying who would you say goodbye to first out of everyone? It'd either be Mom or Sara, definitely. I can't really say without being in that moment, idk. Are you someone who actually likes to babysit children? Fuck no. I've only ever done it once and never will again, even though the one occasion went fine. Who was the last person to call you fat, if anyone at all? Myself lmao. What color skin does the last person you danced with have? White. Has your mother ever called your school because of your grades? No. What is the worst name a friend has ever called you? Do you remember? I can promise you one has most certainly called me a bitch or worse. Have you ever wanted to be in a band? What position exactly? At the start of high school, I remember I'd sometimes daydream about being a guitarist, but it was never something I like, actively craved. Who is your role model or hero in life if you have one? *blinks* Do you ever call your cousins just to talk to them randomly? No. When did you last spend the night at someone’s house? December of last year. Do you ever have to wash your clothes at someone else’s house? If I'm at Sara's. Do you prefer it when it gets darker earlier? NO. I'm much unlike I used to be in that I prefer brightness. It actually does affect my mood; I recommend to aaaaanybody who suffers from depression to stay in a bright room. I used to live in the dark as well, and I promise, it makes a difference. Have you ever learned any self-defense? If not, would you be interested in learning? No, and yes, especially with how incredibly paranoid I am. Do you like Gushers? Yaaaaas hunty. Can you touch your nose with your tongue? No. When was the last time you felt like you didn’t have anything to worry about? LOL HUH??????? NO WORRIES??????? How old was the last child that you spoke to? Three. What is the name of the last perfume you put on? "Crazy Lady." That perfume is years upon YEARS old. It was a birthday present from Summer, and seeing as I barely ever wear perfume, it's still in my room. Expired, I'm sure, lol. Are you waiting for something to arrive in the mail? No. Have your parents ever forgotten your birthday? No. Do you like your orange juice with lots or no pulp? NONONONONONONO. I absolutely will not drink orange juice with pulp. Did the Spanish classes have an “El Dia de Los Muertos” (Day of the Dead) fiesta at school? I think so? How long have you had the hairbrush you are currently using? I use a comb now that we've had actually forever. What projects are you doing now for school? I'm not in school, not quite yet anyway. :') Do you know what durian is? Do you like it? No. I would never try it. What’s the most number of comments you have on a Facebook picture? What is the picture of? I don't know, and I don't plan on looking. Most likely some selfie. Do you like coconut flavored things? NO. Coconut is disgusting. Have you ever met a famous author before? No. Do you know anybody who has been raped before? I don't think so, and I truly hope not... How often do you get a fever? Like, never. What kind of laundry basket do you use? It's just a plain, white, plastic one. As a child, did you ever have a clown or a magician at your birthday parties? I actually believe I had both. I know I had a pair of clowns once, and with how into magic I was, I would expect I've had had one. Do you have a permit or license? I have my permit. It's more than due time I work more towards my license... List all the stores you’ve been in this past month. I think the only one is PetSmart. Have you ever thrown food at a stranger in a movie theater? No, because I was never that childish. Does/did either of your parents serve in the military? No. Do you like sour candy? My favorite! Where would you like to go on your honeymoon? Most likely Pink Sands Beach in the Bahamas, but honestly I'm terrified of the Bermuda Triangle, so that's unlikely, lmao. That black sand beach in Hawaii, however, will do. Are all nighters something you have grown used to? BIIIIIIITCH I've outgrown that shit. I'm rarely up past 10 at the latest these days. Is there anybody you’re not ashamed to tell anything to? Anything, no. Smoothies or slushies? Slushies. Ignoring nutrition, could you live off veggies for the rest of your life? Nooooooo. Elaborate on a way you have volunteered? I once volunteered at PetSmart during an adoption event, giving the cats and dogs attention while people visited. I absolutely fell in LOVE with a dog there that I begged Mom to get, and she came pretty close. I cried leaving, ha ha... Does anybody know about your sex life other than your partners? No. If you could see any musician live, front row, who would you choose? Um, Ozzy????? Duh??????? My Dad???????? Is great?????????????? If you had to choose between a million dollars or to be able to change a regret? And here you have it, the stupidest question I've seen on a survey. Have you ever been around someone who was high? Yeah. Could you handle living with a male roommate? No, with how afraid I am of men. It'd only work if it was with a long-time bf. Have you spoken to your mother today? Father? For once, both. Do you live by yourself? No. Do you shower every day? No, it's unhealthy and I don't find every day necessary. Especially when you live my hermit life. Is English your native language? Yes. Who is your favorite character from Harry Potter? N/A Do you watch PewDiePie? Very, very rarely. I'm not that into his content anymore, and his humor changed from more original to heavily meme-ish. Are you married? No. Did you ever color your hair pink? No, but totally not apposed. Do you have any subscribers on YouTube? Yeah, some. Do you salt your popcorn? Sadly. Do you like McDonalds? Don't even try to bullshit, you don't mind McD's. Do you have a Steam account? Yeah. Have you ever played Five Nights at Freddy’s? No. It's a cool series though, and I enjoy watching LPs of it. Do you like horror movies? YESSSSSS my favorite. Is your favorite animal a dog? No. Do you like chicken nuggets? mmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMMMMMM What color is the ceiling in the room? White. Do you like religion? It's interesting, but has done a shitload of evil. However, it has also made wonderful people. It depends on how you use it. Have you ever tried Akinator? Yeah. Can you twerk? Idk and idc. Do you like dabbing? It looks remarkably stupid/like you're sneezing into your elbow. Do you like fishing? I do, but I've stopped doing it. I feel too bad for the fish. Do you like sleeping? Oh fuck yeah. What do you think of Fifty Shades of Grey? Fucking disgusting, whether in book or movie format. Do you swear in front of children? No. Which Pirates of the Caribbean do you like the most? Never watched 'em. What do you think of Rob Zombie? I enjoy a lot of his music. How far out of your age bracket would you date? Once you hit 10 years, it's a no for me. Have you ever had an STD? No. Is the area you live in more liberal or conservative? I live in the South. Take a wild guess. Have you picked out flower petals, saying, ‘He loves me, he loves me not?' No. Do you like to pace? It's not that I "like" to, it's just a habit. What’s the greatest thing about science? Learning about the world around us. Discovering how life works. Does it annoy you when people dumb themselves down to be cool? It's not "annoying," it's just stupid. Intelligence is cool. What’s a song you like from the genre you hate? "When The Stars Go Blue" by Tim McGraw is a heavy exception. I adore that song. Are your parents divorced? Yeah, they separated when I was like, 16-17. Who was your first friend? Brianna. Have you ever been to Germany? Hell, I wish. What do you hear right now? I'm currently obsessed with "Brand New Numb" by Motionless In White. Have you ever been ice skating? No. Have you ever been to the Statue of Liberty? No. Would you consider yourself a shy person? I am one of the shyest people you will ever meet in your life. Do you like techno? Yeah, actually. I've really gotten into electronic music. How many windows are in the room you’re in? Two. Can you whistle? No. My lip ring is probably what makes me unable to anymore. How many X-rays have you had in the last 2 years? Three. One of my knees, then over the course of two years, I believe two for my teeth at the dentist. Are you on good terms with your last ex? Yeah. Do you own an Xbox? No. Favorite Snapchat filter? I've never used Snapchat before. How many pillows do you sleep with? Two. What’s the worst thing you have ever done? Depends on how you mean "worst." Most damaging to me, let myself turn Jason into a god in my head and nearly kill myself for it. As far as most immoral, probably be partially responsible for why my former best friend and her bf broke up because he wound up liking me because I was a dumb 12 y/o. What's your favorite candle scent? Probably coffee or cinnamon rolls. Do you take any medications daily? Yeah. What is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc) An annoying combo. What type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) A small one. Are you going to change your last name when you get married? Yes, I hate my last name. Last person you called? Mom. Chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? I don't like sprinkles at all. The texture ruins treats. Who was the last person you cried in front of? Mom, I'm sure. Do you think vlogging in public is scary? I wouldn't say "scary," just incredibly awkward. You'd never see me do it. Would you want to be in a collab channel on YouTube? I don't even want to risk popularity, so no. Do you watch any collab channels? Which ones? Game Grumps and Sam & Colby, mainly. What colors have you dyed your hair, if any? Black, purple, and red. What is your gender and sexual orientation? Female and bisexual. Have you been to an escape room? Was it a success? No, but they seem REALLY fun. Ever performed on stage? Was it scary or amazing or both? Yeah, many times for dance. It was really neither for me. Have you ever recorded a cover of a song? No. Have you tried the Beyond or Impossible burger? Thoughts? No, but I want to, especially as I plan on returning to vegetarianism at one point. When was the last time you ate your all-time favorite candy? Oh wow, months. When was the last time you made friends with old enemies? Some time last year, Rachel and I reconnected. She's cool as hell now. When was the last time you took time to pray? It's been a long time. I don't believe it does anything. What is a movie that you heard about recently that you do NOT want to see? Is that "Cats" movie real or was the trailer a fever dream???? What do you do during long trips in the car? I just blare music. Best kind of music to dance to? And the worst kind of music to dance to? I really love "different" songs that warrant a modern sort of dance style. It was my favorite when I took dance, and it's by far my favorite to watch. Worst, I guess like, screamo. How would you dance???? Last candy you tried that you did not enjoy? Or one that you did enjoy? Oh my god. So I tried that new Reese's doughnut from Krispy Kreme today, and it. Was. Repulsive. A candy I actually liked, idk. I rarely ever have treats anymore. Were you a chubby or thin baby? I was normal. Have you ever not given a tip at a restaurant? Why didn’t you? N/A, y'all know my money situation. What is the most outrageous thing you’ve considered doing lately? Okay, I'll admit I at least briefly pondered the possibility of getting a nipple pierced after an eternity of saying I never would lmao. I'm not, tho. Have you ever known somebody who ran away? Most likely. What are your thoughts on Batman? I think it's cool he has that policy of never killing anyone, and he also doesn't have any actual powers, does he? I don't remember. The whole Batman universe (or comics for that matter) is one I don't really connect to anymore, as it was Jason's obsession, so it's a dangerous topic for me. When I say Dr. Seuss, what is the first thing that comes to mind? Green Eggs and Ham. I loooved that book as a kid. Rollercoasters that go upside down… yes please or no thank you? Hell to the motherfuckin no thanks. Is there a certain place or store you especially hate going to? Grocery stores. What was the last animal/pet that you met? There was a BEAUTIFUL standard poodle Mom and I briefly interacted with at the pet store a week or so back. Is there something in particular you always seem to forget? Straighten the shower curtain after I get out so it dries properly. When was the last time you had to wait in line for longer than a few minutes? *shrugs* Have you ever written a review for a product you bought online? No. What was the last board game you played? I think it was all the way back when Sara, Girt, and I played Scrabble.

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kissmetae · 7 years ago

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Pearl necklace

x Kim Taehyung

AU: Friends since childhood, you grew up together by the beach. Years passed and he developed feelings for you. But he’s keeping a part of himself hidden from the world. You’re suppressing your feelings towards him and he’s dying for his love to be requited to the point that it breaks you. Afraid of being hurt and knowing he’s hiding something from you, you try to protect yourself... but from what?

*******!Tae

Angsty fluff (ft. Vanilla smut) | 13K | m.list | AO3 ver.

Disclaimer: This is fiction. Actions and events in these stories are often exaggerated and to a certain degree unrealistic. Please have this in consideration when reading fiction, especially if it includes sexual content.

You can’t talk to them.

You can’t let them know about you.

He was sitting by the shore as per usual, watching the sunset, the fabric of his over-sized shirt flailing from the wind.

You were looking out of the window of your family’s summer house, the beach being the view with a pink-orange sky. You turned around and walked into the kitchen, quickly grabbing two ice creams from the freezer before running outside via the terrace door.

You sat down next to him and handed him one of the ice creams.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

Each set and each rise, he would always watch the sun on its daily commute to and from the horizon. That’s how you had become friends.

When you were young you spotted him always sitting there, every summer.

He looked so lonely your 10 year old mind thought.

Despite the warnings of not talking to strangers you walked out of your house and approached him one evening. At first he didn’t talk much, a shy kid. But as time went by and you grew years older together it was now sometimes hard to make him shut up and the two of you were inseparable.

Bike rides to the store to buy ice cream and strawberries, playing in the sand, watching a movie inside while the thunder roared in the clouds and rain was pouring heavily. He would always sit on the back of your bike, smiling widely at the cooling breeze sweeping across his skin.

He had some unusual quirks, one being that he didn’t have a phone and another that he never swam in the ocean. He would watch you from the beach, like your own personal life guard whenever you were in the water.

The music from the beach club a short walk away was carried by the wind to where you were sitting, making the silence more pleasant.

He worked at the beach club day time, serving tables at the restaurant and lived in a shared house with two of the other employees at the club.

“Are you working tomorrow?” You asked, breaking the silence.

“No, I have tomorrow and the day after off.” He smiled. “Why you ask?”

“I was thinking about having a movie night at my house tomorrow night, there’s gonna be thunder so it’s the ultimate atmosphere to stay inside and be cozy.”

“I’m down!”

“I invited the others to come too if they felt like it.”

“Did you see them earlier?”

“No I texted them.”

“Oh right.”

“Taehyung, I know I say this too much… But you really need a phone.”

“I know…” He sighed.

“You know, you’ve known for too long.” You laughed.

He shook his shoulders, the usual answer to that question.

“Ok, tomorrow let’s say that you come early to my house and you can help me set up for the movie night. But before that we go and get you a phone, deal?”

“Deal.” He sighed. “But I like talking to you in person.”

“Just because you have a phone doesn’t mean we’ll speak less in person, we’ll speak more overall.”

He liked the sound of that more.

The next day arrived and you woke up early. The sun had almost risen completely and Taehyung was standing on the beach. In his hands he was holding the polaroid camera you got him for his birthday last year. You smiled.

If he had a phone you could’ve texted him and invited him to have breakfast with you. But he was too far away to hear you scream if you were to.

You made yourself some breakfast and sat down on your living room sofa, watching him from the window.

You finished your breakfast and got into the shower. After getting ready and dressed for the day you started tidying your house to prepare for the evening. You opened the terrace door fully to let the fresh ocean air in and put on some music as you bounced around the lower level of your house with the vacuum. Another while passed and you were fluffing up the pillows on the sofa as a final touch when your eyes spotted Taehyung in the distance again. After your shower the beach was empty and you assumed he had walked back home.

Taehyung had an interest for fashion. Clothes of various styles always fascinating him when you would walk through the mall together and he’d stop at almost every clothing store.

Over-sized shirts were something he in particular was extra found of.

He was wearing a white shirt with thin grey vertical stripes and distressed jeans shorts. His sunglasses were on the back of his head, another one of his little quirks.

He walked up the few steps to the terrace and you caught yourself admiring him again and looked back at the pillow you were holding.

“Hey!” He smiled and stepped inside.

He kicked off his sandals and placed his beige shoulder bag on the floor.

“Hey!” You smiled and put the pillow down.

Taehyung walked up to you and it was one of those awkward greeting moments again, should you give him a hug? Pat his arm?

“I found something for you.” He cut your thoughts off.

“What?”

“Hold out your hand.” He reached into his pocket. “I found it in the sand this morning.”

You held out your hand and he placed a small white pearl with an almost metallic shine to it in your palm.

“Oh my- It’s so shiny!”

He nodded shyly.

“I don’t know why, but for some reason it made me think of you, so I thought you should have it.”

Your face heated up and you could feel your cheeks go pink.

“Thank you.” You closed your hand around the pearl.

Taehyung sat down on the sofa and looked at you with wide eyes.

She liked it.

You ran upstairs and placed the pearl in a bowl of mixed jewelry on your desk.

“Now let’s go get you a phone!” You announced, running down the stairs.

You closed the terrace door and grabbed your bag while Taehyung waited by the front door.

“I think there’s a bus leaving in five. If we hurry we’ll make it on time.” You said and locked the front door behind you. You hurried down your street towards the bus stop where a few people were already waiting.

You got off at the town square and headed towards the small mall.

“Zara has a sale.” Taehyung suddenly pointed out.

“Phone first!” You said and grabbed his sleeve.

He let out a giggle.

At the electronics store you signed Taehyung to a phone contract, with him having little to no say in it. The cashier went to the storage to collect the phone and you looked around to see where Taehyung had gone. He was looking at phone cases next to the counter.

“You should get one to protect your phone.” You pointed out.

“I don’t know which one to choose…” He looked frustrated.

“What about the clear one? You can put a polaroid behind it.”

Taehyung grabbed the clear one.

“I know exactly which polaroid I’m gonna use.” He said excited.

“Which one?” You asked.

You were interrupted by the cashier returning with a small white box. Taehyung placed the clear case next to the box and the cashier scanned it. He paid and the cashier put the sim in his phone for him before you left the store.

You sat down at a café and ordered something cold to drink. While waiting you saved your number in his phone for him and his number in yours.

“I want to get Instagram.” Taehyung said eagerly.

“You should!”

“It’s downloading.”

Your drinks arrived and Taehyung was distracted saving all the numbers he had written down on a piece of paper in his bag in case of emergency.

You took a sip of your drink and a shutter sound was heard.

“I didn’t know it would make a sound.” Taehyung blushed.

“I wasn’t ready!” You laughed.

“Tell me when.”

You straightened your back and smiled. “Ok.”

Another shutter sound was heard and Taehyung grinned widely.

“Did it turn out good?”

He nodded.

You finished your drinks and walked around the mall a while, looking around the clothing stores and finishing up at the big grocery store next to the mall to get food and snacks for the movie night.

Well on the bus you sat down next to each other with the grocery bags on the floor between your legs. Your knee touched Tae’s slightly and you flinched away.

Taehyung took his phone out of his bag and clicked the camera app. You thought he probably wanted to take a photo of something passing by but he flipped the camera.

“I want to take a photo of us.”

“A selfie?”

He nodded, and held his phone between you.

“We don’t fit in the frame.” He moved closer to you making your thighs touch. He moved his head closer, close enough that he almost leaned on your own head.

You smiled sweetly and he took the photo.

He leaned back, his thigh still touching yours.

Wo-would he notice if you didn’t move?

Consumed by your thought you looked out of the window. Taehyung noticed your attention shifting to the window and he quickly set the photo as his background photo before putting his phone back in his bag.

You got off the bus and carried the groceries inside.

There were enough snacks for everyone and more. You planned to put together some plates of food you all could pick from and a bowl of salad.

You put Taehyung on salad duty while you made some sandwiches.

Chop, chop, chop.

“Oh, did you remember to rinse the salad?” You asked

“Ah I forgot.”

“There’s a colander in the cupboard under the sink.”

Taehyung grabbed the colander and placed the few pieces he had chopped up and the rest into it.

He rinsed it thoroughly under the tap but didn’t touch the salad.

You watched him from the corner of your eye.

You couldn’t help but feel a butterfly or two looking at him do a simple chore.

He grabbed a kitchen towel and lifted out the salad with help of it. He then placed the towel over his hand to hold the rest of the leaves while he chopped them.

You didn’t question it, it looked hygienic and the leaves wouldn’t go soggy if he dried them.

You finished preparing the sandwiches and turned around to grab some other ingredients from the fridge but froze by a startle. Taehyung was right behind when you turned around and made you jump. You thought he was still by the counter.

“I was just gonna grab a spoon.” He said and pointed at the drawer you were blocking.

You moved aside and walked over to the fridge. Your heart was pounding.

You finished up and set the sofa table with bowls of various snacks and drinks. The food was on the kitchen island in the kitchen next to a pile of plates and cutlery.

In perfect timing you saw your friends come walking along the beach as you placed the last bowl down. You had known Taehyung’s roommates since early years, you had gone to school together and were close friends. Taehyung had attended a different school.

“Follow me on Instagram!” Taehyung yelled from the terrace

The two males approaching your house looked weirdly at each other.

“Did you get a phone?” The taller asked.

Taehyung proudly showed it.

“About time.” The shorter said and grabbed the phone from Taehyung to have a look.

“Cute lock screen.”

Taehyung blushed and took the phone back.

“You’re so obvious.” The taller teased.

They all walked inside and you greeted both of them with a hug.

Why does she never hug me?

“There’s food in the kitchen and snacks in the living room.” You announced.

“Eat proper food first Jungkook.” The shorter said.

“Yes dad” Jungkook mocked

“You always get full on snacks and then you say you’re tired, that’s because you don’t eat properly first!”

Jungkook and Jimin were always play-fighting with each other.

Jungkook grabbed a chip from the table and put it in his mouth, teasing Jimin.

Taehyung shook his head.

You all grabbed some food and sat down in the living room.

“Horror? Animated?” You asked.

“Romance?” Jimin suggested, earning an elbow in the side from Taehyung.

You settled on a movie you all had talked about wanting to watch at the cinema when it was new but you never managed to see.

You, Taehyung and Jimin were seated on the sofa and Jungkook on the floor in front of you.

Taehyung suddenly stood up and walked over to his bag and took out his polaroid camera.

“Smile.” He said and took a photo of the three of you.

Jungkook groaned from discomfort as Taehyung sat down on him and turned the polaroid camera around. Jimin instantly leaned down and squished his head next to Taehyung’s. You placed your chin on Jungkook’s head and smiled widely as Taehyung took another photo.

He smiled as he removed the undeveloped polaroid from the camera and placed it on the table.

“One more.” Jimin said and grabbed the camera from him.

Taehyung got up and sat on the sofa instead and you all squeezed together tight again.

Peace signs were an obligatory photo pose. Jimin held out the camera and counted down from three.

You suddenly felt an arm behind your back and Jimin took the photo.

He grabbed the polaroid and handed the camera back to Taehyung, making the arm disappear from your back. He quickly put it back in his bag and you could finally start watching the movie.

Half-way through and the rain started to fall from the sky gently, but it didn’t take long for it to develop into heavy aggressive rain, the rough tapping against the windows almost over-voicing the movie. Suddenly the room filled with light briefly and the sky roared.

“I’ll get us some blankets.” You said and walked upstairs, leaving the boys behind in the living room.

Jimin and Jungkook turned to Taehyung.

“Give us an update.”

“Later.”

Jimin raised a brow.

“There are no updates.” He sighed.

“Your lock screen?” Jungkook questioned.

Jimin grabbed Taehyung’s phone off the table. He hadn’t set a password yet so he easily unlocked it and clicked the album app.

“Stop!” Taehyung tried to grab his phone back but Jimin ran away to the other side of the room.

He showed the screen to Jungkook.

“Date?” Jungkook asked with an eager tone.

“No! Give it back!”

You grabbed a few blankets from the cupboard and headed back towards the stairs.

“Are you never gonna tell her?” Jimin’s voice.

You stood by the stairs.

“I can’t.” Taehyung’s voice.

“Can we?” Jungkook’s voice.

“No.” Taehyung’s voice.

“Taehyung you have to sooner or later, you’re making all of us suffer.” Jimin’s voice.

What were they talking about?

The conversation came to a halt when you walked downstairs.

“I only found three blankets, but I’ll be fine without.” You said and handed out the blankets.

Jimin had moved to the floor next to Jungkook.

You sat back down next to Taehyung, a safe distance of course.

The lights were off so you would see the tv better and as the sun set it got darker and darker, lightning giving you a flash of light every now and then.

Taehyung moved a bit closer to you and put some of the blanket over your legs so you were sharing. You adjusted the blanket and moved even closer ever so slightly.

The sky roared again and with another flash the tv suddenly went black.

“No!” Jimin whined.

“Did the power cut?” Taehyung asked.

Jungkook stood up to turn on the light switch but nothing happened.

“Seems like it.”

You got up and walked into the kitchen to get some candles and a lighter.

You all sat on the living room floor, the candles lighting up the room somewhat.

“Let’s play a game meanwhile.” Jimin suggested.

“Truth or dare?” You said.

“Yes!” Jungkook almost yelled.

“You should go first since it was your idea, then we can go clockwise.” Jimin said

You looked around at three men around you in the dim lights, deciding on a victim.

“Jungkook, truth or dare?” You asked.

“Truth.”

“Do you have a crush on someone right now?”

Why is she asking that?

“No.“ He said confidently.

Taehyung was up next.

“Jimin.” He said, raisin a brow.

“Dare.”

“I dare you to eat a chip Jungkook licked.”

“You’re so gross!”

Jungkook grabbed a chip and dragged it against his tongue.

“Bon appetite.” You laughed

Jungkook handed Jimin the chip and he ate it like it was nothing.

Jimin was next.

“Truth or dare Tae.”

A sudden anxiousness came crawling over him.

“Truth.”

“Are you in love?”

“That’s vague…” He began.

“with someone.”

He should’ve kept his mouth shut.

“A little.”

With who!?

Jungkook and Jimin grinned at each other.

Jungkook asked you next.

“Dare.”

“I dare you to…” He stopped to think for a while. “I dare you to hold Taehyung’s hand for 5 minutes.”

“What?” You laughed.

“I couldn’t think of anything better.” He grabbed his phone off the sofa table and set a timer to 5 minutes.

“It’s easier than eating Jungkook’s nasty chips.” Jimin snorted.

You looked down at Taehyung’s hands, fidgeting in his lap.

He went stiff.

You decided to act confident and like it was nothing, you grabbed Taehyung right hand and intertwined your fingers with his.

His hands were soft.

Jungkook clicked the timer.

“Who’s next?” Jungkook asked

“Me.” You said.

Your hand was beginning to sweat.

He moved his thumb slightly.

“Taehyung, truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Why do you never go into the water?”

“I can’t swim.”

I lied.

“Nothing to be ashamed of.” Jimin reassured.

Please let it be 5 minutes soon.

You took a few more turns each until Jungkook’s alarm suddenly went off and you pulled your hand away to wipe the sweat away on the carpet.

Why did she pull away so fast?

“Truth or dare.” Jimin asked you.

“Truth.”

“Are you in love with someone?”

Suddenly the big lamp in the roof switched back on.

The power was back.

“Should we continue watching the movie?” You asked, trying to avoid the question.

“Answer the question first.” Jimin insisted.

“I don’t know...”

You switched the movie back on and got back on the sofa, Jimin and Jungkook joining you.

“I have to go to the bathroom.” Taehyung mumbled and left.

He locked the door behind him and let out a deep exhale.

He looked down at his hand.

What does she mean she doesn’t know?

He grabbed a hold of the sink and sighed again.

He looked up to see his reflection.

His cheeks were pink and his eyes were watering.

I never cry.

A tear fell down his cheek and he quickly caught it before it crystalized.

He sat down on the floor and leaned back against the tiles, pulling his knees close to his face.

Calm down.

Taehyung returned after a while and sat down next to Jungkook.

The rain continued and you watched another movie.

You glanced at Taehyung every now and then.

The light from the candles made his skin look glowing, almost sparkling.

He was far more interesting than the movie.

He slowly looked to his side and you quickly looked away, but not fast enough for him not to see your head turn.

I hope she was looking at me…

Jungkook and Jimin decided to call it a night and head back home before it got too late since they were working tomorrow. You assumed Taehyung would join them back home.

“Tae are you coming?” Jungkook asked, standing in the door.

“I think I’ll wait for the rain.” He said.

“You sure? It’s going to rain all night.” Jungkook said

“Maybe there’ll be a short break I can time in.”

You said goodbye and they left.

“Text us when you’re heading back home so we know!” Jimin called.

“I will!”

You closed the door.

The end credits song of the movie played faintly from the living room.

“Do you want some tea?” You asked shyly.

“Yes please.”

He followed you out into the kitchen in silence.

“It’s raining heavily.” You said, filling up the water boiler. “I have an umbrella you can borrow later if you want to.”

“It’s ok, I’ll just wait it out.” He looked down.

“Even if you have to wait all night?”

He shook his shoulders.

You took a step closer to him.

“Taehyung, are you alright?” You asked.

He looked up and met your eyes.

“When you say that you don’t know, what do you mean by that?”

Your heart stopped.

“Wh- what do you mean?”

It started beating rapidly.

“How do you not know if you’re in love?”

“I- I just don’t want to make myself suffer.”

You mean like how I am?

“It hurts.”

“What?” You asked.

“Being in love does.”

You grabbed two cups and filled them with water and a tea bag and carried them to the living room.

“Should we fix your Instagram account?” You suggested.

Taehyung had managed to sign up but his page looked like a ghost. No bio, no profile photo and no posts.

“Yes!” he smiled for the first time in a while.

He grabbed his phone and you watched him unlock it.

“You’re using our selfie as background!” You smiled widely.

“I- uh.”

“That’s so cute.”

He blushed.

“I- I liked it.”

I like you.

He opened the app and you thought of a bio and you helped him select a profile picture.

“You should post a picture of the polaroid you took of all four of us earlier!”

“I forgot about those!” Taehyung reached for the developed polaroid on the table and looked at them with a smile. “They turned out well.” He smiled.

He was so passionate about his photos, something in him shone extra bright when he was holding his camera.

He took a photo of the polaroid and posted it. You helped him tag Jungkook and Jimin, since he didn’t know their account names. Shortly after he posted both Jungkook and Jimin followed him back and of course you followed him as well.

“The photo of you at the café turned out well too.” Taehyung said. “Can I post it?”

“Sure.”

“Should I caption is with something cheesy?” He laughed.

You giggled and took a sip of your tea.

You looked at your own feed , expecting to see the photo you smiled for but he had posted the candid photo he took of you, captioned with a white circle emoji.

“ ⚪ ”

“A white circle?”

“A pearl.” He smiled shyly.

You blushed.

A pearl? Were you his pearl?

“Where did you put the pearl I gave you?” He asked suddenly.

“In my room.” You stood up and walked towards the stairs with him following you behind.

You grabbed it from the little bowl of jewelry.

“Here.”

He grabbed it.

“Maybe we could make a necklace with it?”

We.

“Wouldn’t it ruin the pearl?”

“I’ve seen necklaces where the pearl is in a cage, it would be spared then.” He handed the pearl back to you.

As you took it your fingers brushed against his.

The sky roared yet again.

You placed the pearl back.

“It’s so humid.” Taehyung said, and fanned himself with his shirt.

“I feel so sweaty.” You confessed and chuckled.

It’s not from the humidity.

“We- we could always take a bath.” You said.

Does she mean together?

Taehyung’s mind gave him an image of a tub filled to the rim with bubbles… you on top of him kissing his neck playfully… But there was of course that one problem ruining all of it…

“You can borrow the shower if you like.” You said.

“Wait I just remembered I got that t-shirt.”

“oh yeah!”

Taehyung had of course picked up some clothes during your trip to the mall.

“I’ll just change into that.”

The two of you walked back down stair and Taehyung got the t-shirt out of the bag and pulled the tag off.

He had his back turned against you when he reached to unbutton his shirt.

Were you supposed to look away?

Distressed you walked over to the table and grabbed your tea and sat down.

Out of the corner of your eye you stole a glance at him as his shirt slipped off his shoulders to reveal his lean back. He put his shirt in the bag and pulled the black t-shirt over his head.

He grabbed his cup and joined you on the sofa.

Time passed and you talked endlessly just like you normally would, from pointless topics to laughs, to deep topics and back again.

The rain continued.

You walked upstairs and got changed and unready for the night.

When you walked back downstairs Taehyung had fallen asleep on the sofa.

He was tired after all.

He should’ve gone home.

You grabbed one of the blankets and carefully placed it over him.

He looked so peaceful.

I wonder what he’s dreaming about.

You moved a strand of hair away from his face.

“My pearl.” He mumbled softly.

Your heartbeat increased.

You walked upstairs and went to bed, Taehyung would probably end up staying over the night after all.

The next morning you woke up from the familiar rays of the sun hitting your face through the window. You walked downstairs and noticed Taehyung was gone along with his things and the living room was tidied up. He didn’t have to that…

You noticed you had forgotten your phone on the table downstairs.

“I’m home, the rain stopped :)” 02:13 Taehyung.

You were relieved.

You made yourself some breakfast and scrolled through Instagram. Taehyung had been posting a lot since he woke up. Was he in town again this early? Did he get any sleep?

You worked as a life guard at the beach and had an evening shift today.

You had a quick shower and changed into your uniform, the leftovers from yesterday you put in a box for yourself to bring as lunch.

Fortunately work was calm and uneventful, like it should be.

When you got back home you laid down on one of the sun loungers on your terrace.

A photo of his collection of sunset and sunrise polaroids. You smiled and double tapped the photo.

“Are you home yet?” :Taehyung

“Just got back”

“Can I come over?” : Taehyung

“Sure!”

“I’ll be there in 10 ^_^” : Taehyung

You got up and went to change out of your work clothes and into something more casual before he arrived.

You waved at him when you saw him approach your house from the beach.

“I need to show you something!” He said, before even saying hi.

He reached into his bag and pulled out a velvet box, handing it to you.

“I found one in town this morning.”

“Taehyung did you get any sleep last night?”

“I did, plenty. Don’t worry, now open it.”

You opened that box and in it was a caged pendant on a chain.

“For the pearl.”

“Taehyung…” You smiled.

“Let’s put the pearl in it!” He said excitingly.

You ran upstairs, got the pearl and ran back down, almost tripping.

You managed to get the pendant open and popped the pearl into it, luckily it fit.

“Let me help you put it on.” Taehyung said and took the necklace from you.

You lifted your hair up and he walked up behind you and moved his arms around your neck to place the necklace around. He locked it in place and you let your hair fall.

“It suits you.” He smiled.

“Thank you.” You smiled shyly. “I hope we’ll find another pearl so we can have matching ones.” A part of you was joking, but another was serious.

“I hope so too.”

A few days passed.

You hadn’t taken off the necklace once.

Every time you saw it in your reflection you couldn’t help but smile.

You passed the glass walls of the beach club and walked inside.

They were about to close for the day only to open later tonight for the after beach.

You were here to meet up with Taehyung so the two of you could go shopping together in town.

You suddenly caught a glimpse of Jungkook and headed towards him.

“Hey kook!”

“Oh! Hi!”

You small talked with each other while you waited for Taehyung.

She was talking to Jungkook.

They laughed.

Was he her I don’t know?

A small jolt of jealousy went through him.

“Let’s go.” Was all he said as he approached you and Jungkook.

“See you!” Jungkook smiled

“Bye!”

Were they going to meet later?

“Did you have a good day at work?” You asked

He nodded.

“Good.”

You hand accidently brushed against his.

Take her hand.

Take his hand.

You gulped.

He moved his hand closer again, this time purposely.

It made you anxious.

His hand was touching yours, you wanted to hold his hand… you had the opportunity…

You were near the bus stop and had to cross the street.

Distracted by your thought you didn’t realize the red light and took a half step into the road before Taehyung noticed and grabbed you hand to pull you back.

He didn’t let go.

You held hands.

Your heart was beating frantically.

You crossed the street in silence.

You didn’t let go.

The bus arrived and Taehyung stepped on first, his hand almost slipping from yours but your gripped his hand tighter.

Giving him the reassurance he needed.

The bus was pretty full but there was a seat available in the middle next to an elder woman.

You sat down and Taehyung stood, holding one hand on the reeling in the roof and his other holding your hand.

The bus got fuller and you gave up your seat to another elderly woman that stepped on.

The aisle of the bus was filling up and by the next stop you had to move even closer to Taehyung.

Your fingers still intertwined.

You looked down at the floor and he looked at you.

The bus hit a sharp curve and you almost lost your balance.

At the next sharp turn Taehyung let go of your hand and pressed his hand against your lower back, pressing you against him.

“Hold on to me.”

His attention was at the guy eyeing you up and down from his seat.

Another jolt of jealousy struck.

Wrap your arms around me… I’m begging you.

The next stop was yours and you got off the bus.

You felt shy.

At the plaza there was some kind of tiny market going on. Various stands were lined up but one special one caught your eye.

“Fortune telling?”

“It’s probably just a scam.”

“Should we try it anyway? Just for fun? It’s cheap.”

“They’ll probably ask for more money the more you want to know.”

“I want to try.” You said and walked up to the tiny tent.

“What type of fortune do you want my dear? Money? Career? Love?”

“Love.” You tried to whisper but Taehyung heard.

Love?

You handed the woman a note and she invited you in to her tent.

Taehyung followed.

“The boyfriend must stay outside of the tent I’m afraid.”

Boyfriend!?

His heart pounded at the word.

The tent was lit up with fairy lights and the woman grabbed your hand, the hand Taehyung had been holding. You blushed unknowingly.

She dragged her fingers across your palm.

“Oh my dear, aren’t you in love.” She shook her head as if it was bitter sweet to her.

She looked at your necklace.

“Your love is hiding something.” She said boldly.

“Hiding something?”

She nodded.

“Good luck.” She said comfortingly as if it was devastating news.

You didn’t take it to serious.

You got out of the tent and said thank you.

“Did your future look good?” He teased.

Is Taehyung hiding something from me?

You suddenly remembered the conversation you overheard the other day between Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook.

“Are you ok?” Taehyung asked, concerned from your non-response.

“I’m ok.”

I need to know what she said.

“What did she say?”

“She was vague.”

“Like?”

“Nothing.”

He grabbed your hand without another word.

Please love me.

You tried on a pair of heals at the shoe shop you had been eyeing for a while. They were slightly higher than what you were comfortable with but they looked stunning. After an inner debate you decided to get them for yourself.

Taehyung kept staying by your side and didn’t really look around the shoe shop which wasn’t much like him.

What if she told her that I’m not worthy of her? Or that there is no love for her in the future, or that she isn’t in love? Don’t touch her ‘I don’t know’.

“Taehyung?”

“Yes?”

“You seem distant, is everything alright?”

You stopped outside of the jewelry shop where he had gotten your necklace.

“I got your necklace here.”

“Taehyung.”

“Let’s go in.”

“Taehyung.” Your tone was strict.

“I’m ok.”

“Stop lying to me.”

He got nervous.

“I just want to know what she said.”

“Why is it eating you up so much?”

“I don’t know!”

“She said my love was hiding something, that’s what she said.”

Fuck.

“Are you mad at me?”

“What? No! Are you hiding something from me?”

“Am I your love?”

You covered your mouth with your hand.

You panicked.

You weren’t meant to ask him that.

Panic.

In a moment of fear the fight or flight instinct awakens.

Panic.

Your heart was beating hard and Taehyung was looking at you with a serious expression.

Panic.

Flight.

You ran.

Panic.

You ran away from him, past the market and down the street.

He ran after you. Fight.

Across the street was the beach walk and you quickly ran down to the water.

With heavy breathing you sat down on the sand and pulled your knees close.

You broke.

Tears streaming down your cheeks.

This isn’t what you wanted.

This is the pain you wanted to be spared from but you knew.

You knew you loved Taehyung.

And there was nothing you could do about it.

You were in love, deeply, madly.

You sniffed.

Taehyung caught up with you and saw you crawled up by the shore.

He sat down beside you.

“Hey…” He placed his hand on your shoulder. “Please don’t run away like that… you scared me.”

“What were you talking about with Jimin and Jungkook?” You sniffed.

“What?”

“When I went upstairs… I heard you. They said you had to tell me something. Are you moving away?”

“I’m not going anywhere.” He stroked your shoulder. “Please look at me.”

You shook your head.

“What are you going to tell me? How long are you going to keep it from me?”

“Please look at me.” He repeated.

“No!”

Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry.

“I want you to look at me if I’m going to tell you!”

You looked up against your will.

Your tears made it harder for him to control his feelings.

Don’t cry.

He cupped your cheek.

You turned away.

Flight.

“Look at me if I’m going to tell you that I love you!” He yelled, a tear falling down his cheek.

It fell on the sand.

You looked at your knees, unsure if you heard him right.

He cupped your face with both hands, forcing you to look at him.

“Jimin and Jungkook know, they know that I’m in love with you and they wanted me to tell you but its hard ok! You said you didn’t know if you were in love and it discouraged me! I was crying in your bathroom!” He looked down.

“I know.” You sniffed.

“Know what?”

“I know that I love you.”

He let his hands fall to your shoulders.

He leaned closer, his lips by your ear.

“Never run away like that again.”

He kissed your cheek.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered.

“Can you hold me?”

You nodded against his shoulder and wrapped your arms around him.

I want to stay in your arms forever.

He pulled you closer and placed you on his lap.

He patted your head gently with his hand, dragging his fingers through your hair soothingly.

The boys had invited you to a sleep over at their house.

Why?

Well far back the four of you had booked this trip you were going on tomorrow and you were headed to the airport early tomorrow morning.

You had rented two rooms at a resort, Jimin and Jungkook sharing and you and Taehyung sharing.

You were best friends and had nothing against sharing a room together and this wasn’t the first time.

You said good night early and they had prepared the sofa for you to sleep on in their living room.

Falling asleep this early was hard.

You weren’t tired and the excitement for tomorrow kept you awake.

You stared at the ceiling and fidgeted with your necklace.

An hour passed and you sighed.

Your phone screen suddenly lit up on the floor.

“Are you awake?” : Taehyung

“Yes.”

“Come to my room.” : Taehyung

You put your phone back down on the floor and sat up straight.

You carefully made you way up the stairs to make sure Jimin and Jungkook wouldn’t hear you.

Taehyung’s room was the first one to the right.

You carefully opened the door and entered.

The light on his bedside table was the only source of light.

You closed the door behind you.

Taehyung moved to the side and patted next to him in bed.

You laid down and he pulled up the cover over you, placing his arm over your waist.

You felt stiff.

You were in his bed.

He reached over you and turned off the lamp.

You turned to face him in the darkness.

Under the covers he grabbed your hand with both hands and pulled it out. He stroked his thumb over your knuckles.

“My bed is comfier with you in it.”

You blushed.

“And it’s comfier than the sofa.” He continued.

He let go of your hand and shifted his position to the side and placed his arm around again.

You moved slightly and got into a more comfortable position.

He moved closer to you.

Your hand was right by his chest.

It felt like you could feel his heart beat fast, despite not touching him.

You gave in.

You moved closer and placed your head by his chest and an arm around his waist.

He smiled.

“Are you comfortable?” He whispered.

You nodded.

“Good.”

He stroked your head.

“I’ll make you fall asleep.”

He moved your hair away from your face and behind your ears.

The words he sang were familiar…

You used to sing this song together when you were kids…

About the beach and the ocean…

About collecting seashells and getting sand between your toes…

His voice felt like honey.

You felt yourself relax and get closer to dozing off.

When you were 10, you would imagine holding his hand… and here you were today, in his arms, in his bed while he sang you to sleep with that same song from so long ago.

“I love you.” You whispered before falling asleep.

“I love you too.” He placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

You woke up with a jump as Taehyung’s early set alarm went off.

You woke up in his arms.

Surprised you moved away only to have him roll over half on top of you.

His hand moved up your neck and tangled in your hair.

“My beautiful pearl.” He mumbled in his sleep making you giggle and result in him waking up.

“Am I dreaming?”

“No?”

“You’re really in bed with me?”

You hid under the cover.

“No.”

He chuckled and pulled the cover down. He moved his hand to stroke against your cheek softly.

You managed to sneak of Taehyung’s room unnoticed together with him.

It was too early for breakfast and you had decided to eat breakfast at the airport.

You got ready and eventually Jimin and Jungkook woke up.

You packed together the last of your stuff and the taxi arrived shortly to pick you up.

Once you had checked in and passed security you all had woken up a bit more.

You and Jimin went to buy breakfast for the four of you while Taehyung and Jungkook looked around in the duty free store.

“How’s it going between the two of you?” Jungkook asked.

Taehyung smiled shyly.

“I know she likes me too.” He confessed, looking at the floor.

“Wait. Are you serious?”

He nodded.

“Taehyung why didn’t you tell me?”

“I- I know she likes me… but I don’t know what we are.”

“Did you kiss?”

“Not yet.”

“It’s a step in the right direction at least.”

“I’m happy.”

“I can tell.”

He patted Taehyung’s shoulder.

Taehyung and Jungkook went to pay for their items and you and Jimin returned with a paper bag of foods and Jimin was carrying the cardboard mug holder of drinks.

“Where did they go?” You asked.

“Maybe they went to pay for something?” Jimin said.

You grabbed your phone and called Taehyung.

“It’s so much more convenient when he finally has a phone.”

“Tell me about it!” Jimin expressed

They just finished at the cashier when Taehyung’s phone went off.

“Hello?”

“Hey, where are you?”

“We’re walking out of the store right now.”

“Wait I see you!”

You hung up.

“You named her my pearl in your phone?”

“Shut up.”

“You’re cute.”

“Shut up.”

“Oh what did you buy?” Jimin asked curiously.

“You’ll see.” Jungkook said and grabbed his drink from Jimin.

A 3 hour flight and a 1 hour bus ride later and you arrived at the resort to check in.

Taehyung was taking pictures with his phone of the extravagant façade with Jungkook while you and Jimin checked in.

You got your rooms, and luckily they were right opposite of each other.

Jimin and Jungkook went into their room and you Taehyung tried to get the door open for your room.

After a short struggle with the keycard you managed to get the door open.

The room was big and spacious with a modern bathroom and a big balcony with view over the ocean.

You had booked a twin room, but the room turned out to be a double bed bedroom.

“Oh well.” You said and placed your suitcase on the floor to open it.

You got organized and unpacked.

Before meeting up with Jimin and Jungkook to eat you wanted to change out of your travel outfit.

Taehyung had already changed in the bathroom.

You gathered together pieces for your outfit.

Taehyung was sitting on the bed.

You turned to go into the bathroom and quickly changed your outfit.

“Ready.” You smiled and folded your clothes back into the wardrobe.

You meet up with Jimin and Jungkook in the lobby and you went out to find a place to eat.

You had arrived late midday and the sun was due to set in only a few hours.

You found a suitable restaurant by the beach walk.

While waiting for your food you looked through a pile of activity leaflets you had gathered together in the lobby. After your meal you headed to the beach to watch the sunset.

Taehyung had his polaroid camera and took photos of the beach, Jimin and Jungkook.

He suddenly approached you.

“Can you stand over there and look at the ocean?” Taehyung asked.

“Over here?”

“Yeah!” He smiled and backed away.

You turned to look at the ocean and Taehyung took his picture.

He walked up next to you, waving the polaroid back and forth.

“It should turn out cool.” He smiled.

The sky was blood orange and the sun slowly disappeared more and more beyond the horizon and you decided to make your way back to the resort to get some proper rest for the next day.

“I’m gonna take a bath.” Taehyung said and walked in to the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

You changed into your pajama and listened to the bath water pouring from the bathroom. In the corner of your eye you spotted Taehyung’s phone. Curious, you reached for it to see which polaroid he had put behind the clear phone case.

You turned his phone over.

Behind the clear case was the first polaroid he took with his camera when you gifted it to him, a photo of the two of you, selfie style.

“Cute.”

The bath water stopped running.

You rolled around on bed, pointlessly scrolling your phone while waiting for Taehyung to be done.

You ended up dozing up, your phone still in your hand.

He slid down lower, allowing the water to cover his shoulders and he exhaled deeply.

How long would he be able to keep this up…

He grabbed the shower head and soaked his hair. He washed it and simply submerged himself under the water to rinse.

A while passed and Taehyung finally got out of the bathroom dressed in pajama bottoms.

He turned the light off and grabbed your phone and placed it on the nightstand.

He carefully reached for the covers and pulled it over you before lying down behind you.

He moved closer, cautious not to wake you up as he put his arm around your waist.

I like sleeping like this.

The next morning you woke up from Taehyung’s soft breathing against your neck. You were pulled tightly against his body, almost as if he was clinging to you. You carefully turned around to be able to face him and his arm pulled you back against him tightly in his sleepy state.

He hadn’t noticed that you’d turned around and thought you’d just shifted your position slightly.

You were pressed against his bare chest.

He leaned closer towards what he thought was the back of your neck, but was in fact your face.

You leaned back.

He was so close.

You took a second to admire his face and his shoulders.

He looked peaceful in his sleep.

But he was so close.

You felt stiff, not daring to move as your heart pounded slightly harder than usual.

If you wanted… You could kiss him.

His nose was just a short distance away from yours, close enough for you to nuzzle…

A lean and you would be in the perfect angle for if he moved just a little bit closer… only slightly to make his lips brush against yours in an “accidental” kiss…

You leaned closer.

He opened his eyes.

A tiny gasp escaped him, surprised to see you so close.

You tried to move back but his hand pressed you against him firmly.

His eyes looked down.

Her lips…

He made eye contact.

Your noses touched.

His mouth was slightly open.

He sat up somewhat, supporting himself on his elbow.

Leaning over you.

He moved his hand from your back to your jaw.

Closer.

His forehead touched yours.

His lower lip trembled.

Your breathing got uneasy.

His thumb stroked your cheek.

You touched his arm.

He tilted his head slightly.

Someone knocked on the door.

Surprised Taehyung sat up straight, his hand still on your jaw.

He turned towards the door and let his hand slip down your neck and décolleté.

He got out of bed and walked towards the door around the corner.

You slapped your hands over your face.

He punched the wall.

“Are you ready to eat breakfast?” Jungkook’s voice.

“Uh, we just woke up but you can head down and we’ll join you later.”

“Ok no rush, see you downstairs.”

You heard the door close.

Taehyung sighed.

He walked back into the room, avoiding your gaze and grabbing some clothes out of the closet and walked towards the bathroom to change.

You took the opportunity to change clothes in the room.

You got out of your pajama and slipped on some underwear before reaching for a part of shorts and a top.

Taehyung got dressed quickly and walked out into the room.

He hesitated in his step once he saw your bare back.

You put on your top and turned around.

He was blushing, with a serious expression.

He tossed his pajama bottoms on to the bed.

You joined Jimin and Jungkook downstairs for breakfast shortly after getting ready.

You had planned to spend the day relaxing by the beach or the hotel pool but first you, Jimin and Jungkook were going to try paddle boarding.

Taehyung of course would watch you from the beach.

You had already tried to convince him numerous times to just go swimming with all of you and the “I’m a lifeguard” card never seemed to work on him.

He took a few photos of all of you while you were out.

You enjoyed yourself, all of you managed to fall into the water at least twice but it caused it a lot of laughs.

The rest of the day was just spent playing in the sun, relaxing and having lunch. The normal activities a vacation would include, basically.

Later Jimin and Jungkook had suggested you’d go out to a bar or club, so after dinner you all got ready to go out. You meet up in the lobby and headed towards the lively streets lit up by lights in various colors.

You managed to find something to your liking and headed in.

The club was lit up by pink and blue lights and the music was playing slightly too loud to have a conversation in normal volume.

Jungkook and Taehyung went to the bar to order drinks and you and Jimin held a table.

You joked around and laughed.

Taehyung watched you as they waited for the drinks.

What is she laughing at?

Time passed and the club became more crowded.

You and Jimin were on the dance floor.

You danced and made each other laugh with various lame dance moves.

Jimin grabbed your hand and held it above your head and you spun around. You were dancing closely but playfully. The dancefloor became more and more crowded with people, some people a bit too drunk for their own good. A group of friends stumbled past you and Jimin quickly pulled you close, out of the way for them so you wouldn’t get bumped into.

What is he doing?!

You and Jimin decided to return to the table as the dance floor became too messy.

Taehyung was silent.

After a while he tapped your thigh to get your attention.

“Can we leave?” He whispered over the music.

“Why?”

He shook his shoulders.

If you were having fun, he didn’t want to be the one to ruin it with his jealousy.

“Hey, do you guys want to stay longer?” You asked

“I don’t mind staying.” Jungkook said.

“Me neither.”

“I think we’re gonna head back.” You said

“Really?” Jimin pouted.

“Be careful back, send a text when you’re at the resort.”

“Text me when you leave from here.”

“We probably won’t stay much longer.”

“Ok, see you back later!”

You grabbed your bag and left with Taehyung.

If he wasn’t enjoying himself you didn’t want him to feel like he had to stay.

The resort wasn’t far away and you arrived at the entrance after a short walk. You sent a quick text to Jungkook that you had arrived and began to walk up the few steps to the entrance.

Taehyung suddenly grabbed your wrist.

“Let’s go for a walk.”

“Oh, ok.”

He let go of your wrist and you headed towards the side of the beach.

You were wearing the heels you got the other day back home. You took them off so could walk easier as you walked up on a cliff.

Taehyung was walking in front of you and stopped near the edge.

The cliff wasn’t really high, but high enough to give you a view over the full beach.

He was acting distant.

You didn’t like when he did that.

“Tae?”

He turned to you.

“Are you ok?”

“Yes.”

“Are you happy?”

“No.”

“Tell me why not.”

He looked back at the water.

“It’s nothing.”

“Something’s bothering you, I can tell. You always act so distant towards me when something’s wrong.”

A sting of pain went through him.

Distant?

You took a step closer.

“Talk to me.” You grabbed his hand.

“Do you like Jimin?” He asked.

“As a friend yes, a lot.”

“ok.”

“Taehyung I thought you already knew.”

“Know what?” He finally looked at you, but with furrowed brows.

“That I like you.”

He looked down at the ground and intertwined his fingers with yours.

You took another step closer and placed a soft kiss on his cheek.

He smiled shyly.

“Let’s go back.” You said and tugged on his hand.

You sat on your balcony and Taehyung had walked back inside to grab what he got at the airport.

He returned and placed a bag of chocolates on the table between you.

You eagerly grabbed a piece.

“It’s a bit melted, maybe we should put it in the mini fridge a while.” Taehyung said and licked some melted chocolate of his finger.

He grabbed the bag again and quickly went in to put it in the fridge.

He returned with another bag in his hand, this one with soft gummies.

“We can’t eat these while we wait for the chocolate.” He smiled proudly

“Quality balcony snacks.”

He giggled.

Her attention is mine.

“I got something for you, but I put in the fridge too.”

“For me?”

“It’s nothing… they had a travel pack size of your favorite so I thought I’d pick one up.”

You looked down with a wide smile on your face.

“You’re so thoughtful.”

You reached up and fidgeted with the pendant of your necklace.

A raindrop suddenly fell on your shoulder.

“No way…”

“Huh?”

“It’s starting to rain.”

Taehyung grabbed the bags of snacks on the table and quickly hurried inside, followed by you.

You let door be open to let in the fresh air and scent of summer rain.

He put the gummies and chocolates down on the tiny side table by the window.

You went to check your phone that was charging on the night stand table to see if you’d received a text regarding if Jimin and Jungkook were on their way back.

“We’re heading back now!” : 13 minutes ago, Jungkook

Suddenly you felt two arms wrap around you from behind.

You turned around swiftly and he pulled you closer. You placed your arms around his neck.

“I like you.” he confessed, making you giggle.

You faked a gasp. “Really? I like you too!”

He pretended to be surprised.

You both giggled and he kissed your forehead before letting go of you.

You got into bed, Taehyung already snuggled up under the covers next to you.

Once you lied down he almost immediately moved up closer to you. He grabbed a strand of your hair and twisted it between his fingers.

“When we’re back home…” He began

“Yeah?”

“Will you go on a date with me?”

Your heart pounded.

“Yes.”

2 weeks later.

It felt like your vacation was long gone.

Back to work from the very day after you arrived back home.

It was high season in your area which meant a lot of people at the beach and more life guards needed on duty.

You arrived back home after a long shift and found Taehyung sitting on your terrace.

“Hey.” You smiled and gave him a hug.

“I missed you and you didn’t reply to my texts so I came over to check if you were alright but I forgot you were at work.”

“It’s ok.” You giggled. “are you hungry?”

He nodded.

“I’ll just get changed and we can go eat something out.”

“Sounds like a plan. I’ll wait here.”

You still hadn’t been on a date.

And you couldn’t stop thinking about it

You got changed and grabbed your bike.

Taehyung took a seat on the back and wrapped his arms around your waist and you carefully cycled down the street.

You stopped outside of the local pizza place and parked your bike.

Taehyung picked a table outside and you ordered.

“You have tomorrow off right?” You asked.

“Rest of the week in fact.” Taehyung nodded.

“I’m have tomorrow off…”

“Did you have anything special in mind?” He smiled

“t-the date.” You whispered shyly.

“What?” Taehyung didn’t hear you

“Date.” You said more clearly.

You blushed.

He smiled.

The waiter arrived with your pizzas and placed them on the table.

“I’ll pick you up at 1.”

12:41 the next day and you were beyond anticipated, waiting.

You were already ready and had been for the past hour.

A part of you felt nervous.

A while later you saw him coming walking on the beach.

He was carrying something… But it was wrapped in brown paper.

What’s that?

He got up on the terrace and stepped inside.

“Hello?” He called shyly, despite seeing that you saw him.

He was dressed in a white shirt and slacks. Very formal… You couldn’t help but feel even more shy.

You walked up to him and gave him a hug.

He squeezed you slightly.

“This is for you.” He said and handed you the wrapped item.

When you took it you noticed is was red roses, wrapped in a brown paper to protect them.

You smiled widely and looked down.

“Thank you.”

You quickly placed them in some water and then headed out of the house.

His fingers brushed against your hand and you grabbed his.

You went into town and ate at a fancy restaurant.

After the meal Taehyung took your hand and lead you to where you were going next.

“It’s 10 minutes away.”

You swung your hands back and forth between you as you walked and ended up at the big aquarium.

“Remember when we went here when we were little?” Taehyung smiled.

You hadn’t been to the aquarium for so long.

You walked through the various exhibitions and took photos of the large creatures and colourful stims, never letting go of his hand once.

The aquarium fascinated him.

“It’s so pretty to look at, it’s just a shame that they’re trapped in there.” Taehyung said, looking into one of the smaller tanks.

You agreed.

“I hope they get taken care of well.”

Taehyung smiled at you.

After your visit at the aquarium you decided to walk back home to your house and pick up some snack on the way and watch a movie.

When you arrived home with the grocery store bag the sun had started to set and Taehyung insisted you’d watch it together.

You hurried out and climbed up on one of the cliffs on the beach.

You sat close to the edge, your hand resting on the rough surface of the cliff. Taehyung placed his hand on yours and leaned against you gently.

The cliff was about 5 meters above the water and the waves hit hard against the wall.

The sun set and you decided to go back inside.

It was a bit harder to see and Taehyung stood up. You carefully moved back slightly and attempted to get up when your foot suddenly slipped. It would have only been a cut if you weren’t so close to the edge. You squealed as you lost your balance and fell into the water.

It wasn’t a hard fall but the waves were strong.

It happened so fast.

You reached the surface as you heard a splash near you.

The second you fell into the water Taehyung dove in after you.

Your concern instantly landed on him.

Two hands grabbed you waist and he reached the surface.

“Are you ok?” He asked breathing heavily.

“Taehyung are you ok!?” You grabbed him tight.

A wave hit over you and you spat.

“Don’t look down.”

“I thought you couldn’t swim.”

“We need to get away from the cliff!”

You quickly swam away from the cliffs and Taehyung followed you from behind.

You were worried and kept looking back at him.

“Keep going!” He yelled

You reached a safe distance from the cliffs and you grabbed on to Taehyung again, might it be your life guard training controlling you but you really thought he couldn’t swim.

“Are you ok?” You asked again.

“Why are you asking about me? You were the one that fell in, are you hurt?”

You were about to look down towards your foot but Taehyung stopped you, placing his hand under your chin.

“Don’t look down.”

“Why not?”

“Just don’t.”

“Taehyung-“

You tried to lean out of his grip, you needed to see now.

“Don’t!” He yelled, desperate.

You tried anyway and he pulled you closer, his hand strong under your chin.

Desperate, he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours.

Don’t look down.

The kiss got passionate fast, suppressed desire taking over both of you as the kiss got deeper. You placed a hand on his jaw, trying hard not to break the kiss and stay above the surface.

When your lips finally parted you were both short of breath.

You kissed again.

You swam towards the ladder by the cliff and Taehyung let you climb up first.

“I-I’ll get out via the beach instead… wait for me.”

“Wh-“

He swam away.

You headed down the cliff carefully.

He swam around the side, stressed.

He quickly pulled himself up out of the water on to the beach.

His heart was pounding hard.

He lied down on the sand and felt a feeling of relief. He carefully got up, losing his balance slightly.

You found him and ran up to him.

“Are you ok?” You asked.

He nodded.

“Your pants are ripped.”

“I think they got caught on the cliff when I jumped in.”

I lied.

You went back inside and you grabbed a towel for Taehyung who was almost already dry.

But he used it to wrap around his waist and took off his torn clothes.

You watched him with a worried expression as you dried your hair.

He looked equally concerned.

I haven’t been in the ocean for so long…

You walked up to him and cupped his cheek without a word.

He stroked your arm and met your gaze.

You kissed his lips.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your cheek, your jaw and your neck.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” He mumbled and kissed your jaw again.

You grabbed his hips and pushed him back towards the sofa.

He pulled you down with him and you straddled him. He was on his back, his hands exploring down your sides and your hands on his face.

Desire driving you out of your minds.

He moaned.

His hand moved to your ass as he got braver and needier.

The kiss got slower as you began to run out of breath.

You sat up and looked down at him panting beneath you.

He moved his hands down your thighs and you got up and walked towards the kitchen to get the snack you brought earlier.

His towel had slipped off without him noticing when you got up, but his shirt was long enough to shield him… but he was hard.

He sat up straight and re-wrapped the towel around him.

You came back with two bowls and placed them on the table in front of you and sat down next to Taehyung, close.

“Should we watch a movie?” You suggested shyly

I want to mess around more.

“We can watch a movie. But you don’t happen to have any clothes that would fit me…”

“Oh… I, I don’t think so… But.”

“But?”

“If you want to take your shirt off, I don’t mind.”

And sit here fully naked!?

“It’s ok.”

You put on a movie and snuggled up to him.

About half way through the movie Taehyung leaned close to your ear.

“Are we a couple?” He whispered

You turned to him.

“Y-yes?”

“Good.”

He tightened his arms around you.

“I want to call you cute names, it would be weird otherwise.”

“Jimin already told me that you’ve named me my pearl in your phone.”

“He will experience pain very VERY soon.” He threatened.

You laughed.

“But you are my pearl.” He whispered and placed a kiss on your shoulder.

Taehyung headed back home after the movie, with the towel still around his waist.

You went to bed that night with a wide smile. Blushing and smiling for yourself as you replayed the day in your mind.

Suddenly you remembered him not telling you to look down.

Why?

It couldn’t have been because of his pants…

Was there a fish?

Maybe he was afraid of fish and that’s why he’s never in the water?

But you went to the aquarium…

He obviously didn’t have anything against them, rather the opposite. He was very fond of them.

You fidgeted with your necklace.

He doesn’t like the rain either…

You thought about long.

Until you fell asleep and then again when you woke up and during work…

You texted Jungkook.

“Do you know what Taehyung has against water? Or why?” : You

He didn’t respond and you headed back home.

“Tell us more!” Jungkook encouraged.

“We… kissed.”

“Go on.” Jimin said

“Might have made out a bit…”

“What do you mean might?” Jimin asked.

“Ok we made out.” He blushed.

“And then…”

“Nothing then. We watched a movie and I went back home and now we’re a couple I guess.” He giggled.

“When are you meeting up next?”

“I was thinking about going over to her house after she finishes work if she wants me there.”

“If she wants you?” Jimin teased.

“That’s not what I meant and you know it!”

“Can I come over?” : Taehyung

“I don’t know” : Jungkook

You responded with an “of course” to Taehyung.

You needed answers.

A while later Taehyung arrived at your house.

He kissed you.

“Hey babe.”

You heart pounded.

“Hey.”

“I brought a set of clothes that I’m going to leave her if that’s ok.”

“Of course! You can put them in my closet.”

“I don’t want to be without clothes again like yesterday. I have the towel I borrowed with me too by the way.” He said and placed his bag down on the floor.

Now or never.

“Taehyung what was in the water yesterday?”

His heart sank.

“W-what do you mean?”

“You kept telling me not to look down, why? I’m just curious.”

“I- it was deep.”

“I’m a life guard babe, I’m used to deeper waters.”

You took a step closer to him.

She called me babe.

“Please tell me.” You begged.

He looked down and started fidgeting with his sleeve.

“Tell you what?”

“Why you avoid the rain so much, never go near the water…”

I don’t want to keep it a secret…

Not from her…

“I- It’s hard to explain.”

“Did something happen?”

“No…”

“Are you afraid?”

“No…”

You could tell he looked troubled.

“You’ll only believe me if I show you.” He said

“Can you show me?”

“Not now…”

After sunset.

“I don’t want to pressure you Taehyung, I’m just worried about you that’s all.”

“I know.” He pulled you close. “I love you.” He kissed your head.

“I love you too.”

There was tension between you.

What was he going to show you?

You felt anxious.

How will she react?

What if she… gets scared?

Or thinks I’m a freak…

Taehyung walked out of the bathroom after trying to calm himself down for a long while.

“After sunset, let’s go swimming.” He said, determined.

“Ok.”

The atmosphere was awkward.

“Do you want to put your clothes in the closet?” You asked.

“Oh yeah!” Taehyung said, haven forgotten.

He grabbed his bag and you followed him upstairs and into your room.

You sat on your bed while Taehyung put a shirt, a pair of pants, underwear and a sweater in one of your drawers.

He placed the bag on the floor and sat down next to you on the bed.

You gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

He turned to look at you.

Your hands were in your lap and you looked down at them.

He placed a hand on your shoulder and you looked up at him.

He leaned in and kissed your lips, his hand pushing you down.

He tilted his head and deepened the kiss, you laid back as he climbed on top of you.

I just want her to think I’m human one last time…

You held his face and his hands moved down your sides to the hem of your dress.

He pulled it up to your hip and you reached for his shirt, unbuttoning the first button as a response.

His hands moved to your waist, pulling the dress along.

You unbuttoned the last button and pulled his shirt apart and off his shoulder. He briefly let you go and got rid of his shirt completely.

He pulled your dress over your head and kissed your neck. You tangled a hand in his hair and desperately tried to get his lips back to yours.

You pushed his head closer to yours so you could kiss his lips again.

He smirked.

Your other hand travelled down his bare back to the hem of his jeans and tried to pull them down with struggle.

Taehyung reached down between you unbuckle his belt and undo his zipper, making it easier for you. You hooked your thumb under them hem of his jeans and underwear and pulled them down half way until you couldn’t reach further.

He pulled away.

“Sit up.” He said, out of breath.

He pulled his jeans and boxers down the rest, exposing himself and tossed the clothes to the floor.

You sat up and he reached around you to unhook your bra and slipped the straps off your shoulders.

His hands pushed you back down on to your back and he grabbed your left breast in a tight hold and latched on with his lips, sucking and licking your nipple.

You tied your hand into a fist at the sudden pleasure.

He moved his lips to your neck and you reached down between your bodies and allowed your hand to glide down over his hard length.

He moved his hand down your inner thigh and pushed your leg to the side. He sat up straight again and grabbed on to the hem of your panties with both hands. He pulled them down roughly and threw them on the floor. He immediately got between your legs and returned his lips to yours, his tongue exploring your mouth hungrily.

He pushed your legs further apart and placed his palm over your wetness. With the base of his palm he added pressure against your clit and dragged his fingers between your slit, making you even needier for him.

You moaned into the kiss and he dragged his fingers across your clit, making you inhale sharply.

Just one last time…

He grabbed a firm hold around his dick and dragged the tip up your slit, coating himself in your wetness.

You wrapped your legs around him and pulled him down tighter to you.

He positioned himself and the tip slid into you with a light gasp escaping him.

“You ok?” He asked in a low voice.

“Yes, yes.”

He thrusted himself into you deeper, making you stretch around him.

He pulled out and thrusted back in, making you moan.

He repeated the move and shocked your moans with his lips.

You pulled his hair slightly and bit his lower lip gently. He groaned.

His hands gripped your hips and he pushed himself deeper, humming in pleasure by your ear

He let out a grunt and you reached down to your clit with your free hand and drew lazy circles, wanting to get even closer.

His breathing was already heavy when he began to thrust even faster.

“I’m almost there baby.” He whispered, managing to turn you on even more than you already were.

You felt yourself getting close to your release, closer in fact.

Too close.

He thrusted deeper, pushing hard, sending you off the edge.

“Ah-“

He pulled out and snapped his hips forward, sliding his thickness into you again and again, faster and faster.

You tensed up and moved your fingers faster.

So close.

Another thrust and your muscles released, allowing your orgasm to take over.

He kept going.

Faster.

Out of breath.

Until he almost collapsed on top of you.

“I-“ He cut himself off with his own moans.

“I’m going to cum.” He panted.

The over-stimulation was already getting the best of you, making you sore as he continued to fuck you.

His face was nuzzled against your neck, his mouth open, lips dragging across your skin and his heavy breathes sending shivers through you.

He tightened his grip, nails digging into your hips.

He pushed himself deeper with force, releasing as deep as he possibly could.

He let out a deep breath, rocking his hips back and forth slowly as he released. His body was heavy on top of you as his exhaustion took over.

Just a little bit more…

“I’m not gonna pull out… Not yet.” He whispered.

I want you to have all of it…

You stroked his back.

When he felt done he carefully pulled out and lied down next to you.

You stroked his cheek.

He held his hand over yours, leaning against your touch.

“Should we go skinny dipping?” You suggested with a giggle.

He chuckled and shook his head.

“Let’s stay here a bit more.”

Time passed and you grabbed a quick snack in the kitchen.

You stole Taehyung’s shirt off the floor, forcing him to walk around without a shirt. Not allowed to put on his spare one.

You liked seeing his back.

His anxiousness got worse once you left bed.

He took a deep breathe.

“Let’s go.” He said and held his hand out for you.

You quickly put on a swimsuit under his shirt and you headed out.

“Do you want your shirt?” You asked.

He shook his head, his grip tight on your hand.

You got up on one of the lower cliffs to jump in.

Taehyung undressed.

“I thought we weren’t going skinny dipping.”

“We aren’t”

You took off his shirt and jumped into the water first.

Taehyung jumped in after you.

He remained under the surface a while until he popped up right in front of you.

You giggled.

He smiled shyly.

She needs to know.

He kissed you playfully.

He felt free in a way…

“Let’s swim to the beach.”

“Ok” You smiled and began to make your way over.

Taehyung dove under the surface, disappearing and reappearing closer to the beach.

“How do you swim so fast?” You asked, catching up to him.

The water matched the dark sky, making you unable to see anything.

You placed your arms around his neck and he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Hold your breath.” He whispered with a shy smile.

He pulled you down below the surface.

You closed your eyes.

He kissed your lips.

He quickly swam up back to the surface, worried he’d accidently drown you despite only a few seconds had passed.

His lips were still on yours.

“What did you want to show me?” You asked

He kissed you again.

No words.

He grabbed your wrist and swam with you towards the beach.

You swam backwards and the water got shallow.

His eyes shimmered.

You began to walk backwards in the water and he kept getting closer, eventually you had to sit down and crawl backwards until your hands touched the dry sand at the beach. His face was close, too close for you to see.

He wrapped his arms around your waist as you crawled back on to the dry sand.

He was heavier than you expected.

He placed his head on your lap, arms tightly holding around you.

He was vulnerable, waiting for your reaction.

Your eyes lingered on his toned back but a sparkle caught your attention.

The moon was reflecting on the surface of the water.

You looked back down at Taehyung, his head hanging low on your lap, waiting.

You noticed the pinkish orange tint on his lower back and your eyes travelled down…

Scales…

The wait is unbearable…

He lifted his tail, revealing his broad pink fluke.

“You’re…”

He looked up at you with wide eyes.

He gulped.

“You’re a mermaid…?”

He smiled with a heavy heart.

“Y-You’re beautiful.”

He blushed.

He shimmered in the moon light.

He pulled himself up further and sat up opposite of you, afraid to say anything.

You reached out towards his tail but hesitated.

Taehyung grabbed your hand and placed it on his tail, allowing you to feel him.

He placed his hands in the sand on either side of you and leaned in closer to you.

His eyes meet yours with a worried gaze.

“Taehyung?” You asked.

“I’m afraid.” He whispered.

“Of what?”

“Of what you think of me.”

“I think you look beautiful…” You admired his tail again, a mix of oranges and pinks…

“Thank you.”

Please kiss me…

He leaned even closer, as if he was asking for your reassurance.

Being a fool to think that this would change anything…

You pressed your lips against his.

“I love you.” he confessed.

“I love you too.”

Something landed on your thigh.

You looked down and noticed a tiny crystal.

“That’s- That’s my tear… sorry.”

“You cry crystals?”

“I cry tears, but they crystalize.”

“That sounds less painful.”

He giggled.

“C-can I sit?” You asked shyly.

With a wide smile Taehyung pulled you close, letting you sit on his thigh area.

He kissed your cheek.

“My beautiful pearl.”

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