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heartilywrites · 3 months

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Omg! I lowkey kinda binged all of your KorraxReader stories lol! I was wondering if you can write about Korra and the reader having a daughter (pregnant + birth if that’s okay with you ;)). Idk how to describe it but the spirits somehow allowed reader to become pregnant with Korras child and Tenzin confirming that it’s possible because it happened to Kyoshi and Rangi.

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resume: where the spirits gave you the best gift you could ask for.

content warning: domestic ; fluff ; Korra x fem!reader ; the whole fic is about pregnancy !! ; tw for vomit ; ephemeral mention of sex ; no nation nor bending status mentioned ; no use of y/n

wc: 3.6k

a/n: hi darling!!! im glad u like my fics akdhsj the partner cravings, heartburn and belly shapes are just superstition/beliefs I know around pregnancy because in my country is believed to be true and I wanted to share because I love the those ideas <3 this one was definitely one of my favorites to write, i love domestic fics <3 THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING, ENJOY:D

“ I will be protect you from all around you, I will be here, don't you cry.

Sitting beside the ceramic seat, you were almost laying down with one hand over your stomach after throwing up everything you had in, you were sure even your ideas got mixed with the vomit.

Something you ate had fucked with your stomach, you thought, but what could it be? All the foods you ingest that week were homemade, maybe the strawberry candies Korra had brought?

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “My spirits, you look like you saw a ghost.” your partners voice got your attention. “Here, I bought an electrolyte and I'm making a soup for you to eat... I think we should go to the doctor.”

You shook your hand, straightening back up and taking the bottle on your shaky palms. “I'm okay, something just...” you shut yourself up and opened again the toilet to keep returning the last pieces you had on your stomach, the girl's hands held your hair.

It was safe to say after staying another three minutes in the bathroom, Korra took you to the doctor against your will. At first they said it could be a stomach flu since there was an epidemic going on about it, but he wanted to make sure by examining you.

When you described your symptoms, you saw an eyebrow raised your way and the pen was quick to write down. The doctor had asked you to do some exams to be sure, hours had gone by and Korra was sat by your side holding your hand at the waiting area.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Maybe this is a sign for me to stop buying you sweets.” she joked to break the silence, you looked at her funny.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “On the contrary, I'm sure it's a sign that you don't buy me enough sweets.” your eyebrow was raised and she giggled.

She was about to attack again when the doctor coming in asking you to step in their office cut her off. Once they saw you settle in the seats, a couple of papers where brought up. “Okay, the results just came in and what I suspected was confirmed.” hands held together, the doctor's gaze was on you now. “Congratulations, ma'am, you're expecting.”

Any and all traces of calm smiles were dropped from both faces, Korra's gaze showed confusion your way while yours was uncertain, a mix of panic and confusion.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Wh– okay, wait, are you sure?” you asked however you could formulate. “Is this even my record? Didn’t you confuse me with someone else?”

The professional read your name out loud on the folder, you nodded. “Then it is you, miss, I would recommend you to start looking for a obstetrician or a doula, is really up to your comfort...” you zoned out, not being able to hear the rest.

The walk back home, both Korra and you were quiet trying to digest what just happened, walking one beside the other. At half of the trail, you stopped the girl with your hand on her arm.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I didn’t cheat, I swear.” you were quick to clarify, bitting the inside of your cheek, she blinked surprised.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Darling, I know... We spend like twenty-five of the twenty-four hours of the day together.” her eyes softened and took your hands. A small sigh left her lips. “I just... I don't get it...”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Fingers do get you pregnant.” you joked, feeling your face a bit warmer and Korra giggled.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “If that was the case I'm sure we should have at least a football team by now.” she smiled flirty. Now you felt your face hot, you pushed her softly. “...Do you think maybe Tenzin can help us?”

After a shrug from you, the avatar made the way for you two to go at the Air Temple Island to pay a visit to the master.

Upon arriving, everyone welcomed the two of you with open arms and excitement to see you. Korra asked the older man for a private conversation as it was important, when the three of you were alone she explained the whole situation to the man and even when both thought that he was going to think you two were crazy, his face stood calmed, a bit surprised by the end.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I see...” you took Korra's hand in yours, nervous. “Listen, kids, it's not the most common thing, but this had happened before.”

A wave of relief washed over you, thanking the universe at least maybe you had references from the past to understand this whole situation.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “How so?” the avatar asked, frowning a little bit.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Back at avatar Kyoshi's times, the spirits gifted her and her partner, Rangi, the opportunity to be mothers,” he began, you frowned a little bit. “It was... They conceived a child with their features, a biological child.”

Your eyes shot at Korra, she was already looking your way with excitement shining in her gaze. Her hand squeeze yours and she smiled. Tenzin smiled fondly at the two of you.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “All I can say now is congratulations, girls.” he finished walking up to you two and hugging both. “I know you will be such great mothers to this fortunate child.”

After that visit and staying over for dinner, you two went back home with a bunch of tips and stuff Pema had given you for the journey the second she stopped hugging you so tight, happy about the news.

You still felt a bit confused at the whole situation, by the time you lay besides Korra at bed, she hold you close.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Mothers... Can you believe it?” you asked looking back at her, she opened one of her eyes and then both of them.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “It feels surreal.” she answered, her free hand moved a strand of hair out of your face. “A weird gift from the spirits, but if it's with the love of my life I know it was the best decision made.”

You stood up a bit to exchange a sweet kiss with the girl. “We need to start moving our ass if we want to be ready on time for when our child gets here.” you whispered on her lips, she smiled.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I love how that sounds, our child.” now her arms hugged your neck to pull you back on top of her.

The next weeks, Korra and you started to look up for the most important things you needed at the early stage of the pregnancy. A doula was contacted and named the family's, you bought books on pregnancy and started to buy things to make a nursery on one of the guest rooms in your house.

The first trimester the one that suffered the cravings was all Korra, you remembered reading a book on how in some pregnancies the person carrying the child wasn't the one with cravings, but their partner and when that fragment popped up in your memory you found yourself giggling while Korra was eating fire flakes with a sweet sauce, she looked at you confused.

Your belly wasn’t showing much at the first half of the trimester, but you were amaze at how a tiny group of cells were taking such toll on you. You found yourself tired most of the time, always napping when you had the chance, there were foods you couldn't stand even smelling, you hated that part so much because of the nausea you were experimenting half of the time.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “My boobs hurt.” you said one night preparing for bed, pouting a little bit.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Want me to give you massage?” the girl's eyebrows played before giggling.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “You just ate fire flakes, I'm not letting you touch me with those fingers.” Korra let out an offended sound, you laughed with closed eyes. “Let's sleep, my three hours nap didn't work.”

By the beginning of your second trimester, you felt changes; you passed from being tired all the time to being active shopping stuff for the baby, almost as if you weren't fatigued a week prior.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “That's my little strawberry,” Korra was talking to your belly while you were laying down looking fondly at her. It was beginning to be a tradition for her to talk to the baby every night before going to sleep. She also had started to call the baby strawberry after remembering how you two blamed the candies with said flavor she bought for your sickness. “We're so excited to meet you, baby, you have no idea what we just bought for you.”

You giggled. “And what your uncles will buy you when they learn about you.”

Before the beginning of your fourth month, Korra and you came to an agreement of not saying anything to your friends for a little bit while you got settle with the important details and thankfully your baby was also part of the agreement by not showing much, you also were grateful with the fact that the clothes you used was a bit more loose from your shape.

You two hosted a dinner for the group as a way to announce the news to them and after eating and chatting for a little while, Korra broke the news to them with the whole explanation following. The three had such surprised expression that it was funny looking, but after some questions and giving them time to assimilate the situation, they were quick to hug both.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “That baby will have the best uncles and aunt in the world.” Mako said, pulling away from you, you smiled and nodded teary-eyed by the mix of hormones and the situation.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Do you have names? Oh! Can I suggest? Bolin is such a strong name.” the earthbender said, making you all laugh a bit.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “This is so sudden, I'm so glad you told us! I will finally be the rich aunt.” Asami talked now, you hugged her with a smile.

After that announcement, Korra had made a letter to send to her parents writing exactly what she said to her friends and the context. Saying how she was excited for this new chapter in her life, how they would be the best grandparents and telling them you two would visit after the baby was born for them to meet; the two southerners sent back a letter congratulating and some of Korra's toys and clothes from when she was a baby along with a necklace from the water tribe.

The changes you felt were a lot, but you were so grateful to have Korra by your side in the whole journey to comfort you those nights you couldn’t sleep because your hormones were making you feel bad or because you had a lot of heartburn that was impossible for you to lay down for more than one minute

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “You know, my grandmother used to say that when you were feeling heartburn during your pregnancy was because the baby would born with a lot of hair.” she said one night, at the end of your second trimester while leaving circular caresses on your back, you had a grimace on your face.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I would love for the baby to born with a lot of hair, but this is ridiculous, I hate it.” Korra hugged you with a tiny smile, leaving you a kiss on your head.

At the end of your fifth month, your belly had grown big enough for anyone to tell that you were heavily expecting, it was getting harder to breath normally and one day you finally were able to feel your baby.

The first communication your tiny person had with you was while you two were preparing the nursery with a cradle, a changer, a rocking chair and the toys for the baby.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Holy fuck,” you said under your breath, both hands now resting on your belly. Korra got close quickly. “No way.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Are you okay? What happened?” no verbal answer was given, your hand took one of hers and left it resting on your belly. “Honey, what...?”

Korra's voice got quieter when a soft kick was felt under her palm, teary-eyed she looked at you. The baby was starting to kick, you took it as a way for them to greet you. Tearing up a little bit, Korra left a kiss on your lips, excited.

Midway your last trimester, your back was starting to hurt and your feet were swollen all the time, adding how now you got tired so easily since you had difficulty with breathing as normal.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Tenzin told me I could do something to help you with your back pain,” the southerner talked walking to you and getting behind. Both hands cupped your belly, you were confused. “Ready?”

You nodded, with a slight frown. With all the caution in the world, Korra picked up your belly; in the act, she was picking the baby, you felt instant relief when at the feeling of less weight on your back to the point where you sighed and melted in her arms, the avatar giggled before leaving a kiss on your cheek.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Thanks to the universe for Tenzin,” you said, you felt so good. “How did he learn about it?”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “When Pema was expecting Ikki her back pain didn't allow her to sleep well and he simply tried it one time she was standing and thought that maybe if he picked up her belly a little bit she would rest for at least some moments.” your head nodded, it made sense for them to have the best tips on pregnancy after four kids.

By the middle of the last month, everyone reunited a last time before you got into labor to celebrate the new baby coming to the world. A small reunion with your closest friends, food and some anecdotes, a couple brought gifts for the baby even if you two insisted it wasn’t necessary, but thank them afterwards.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I think it's going to be a boy.” Mako said, taking a seat with his plate of food.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “It's going to be a girl, look at her belly,” Pema counterattacked, sure of her answer. “It's round. You know what they say, round belly is a girl, low belly is a boy.”

You giggled and turned your gaze to your now big belly, small caresses were left by your hand. “It doesn't really matter, we're going love them either way.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Yeah, as long as they're healthy we'll be good.” Korra backed you up, sitting next to you and handing a plate of food. “Strawberry will be the happiest child.”

A couple of minutes after they all left, Korra and you were picking everything up. Well, Korra was, you tried to help and she had scolded you saying that you should just relax and not worry about anything.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Korra, it's okay, I won't break water just for picking some cups.” you laughed, walking to the sink.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “No, but I don’t want you to do anything either, being pregnant with our kid is enough.” she spoke while washing the dishes, when her blue eyes looked for you and spotted you standing still in the middle of the living room, she frowned. “Did you drop something?”

Your eyes were looking at the water puddle you just made, after some minutes of silence, you turned slowly to your partner. “Don't be mad... My water did break.”

Plates and cups made noise when they dropped from the avatar's hands, drying them she run your way. “What!? Oh my fucking spirits, okay, let's stay calm, we are prepared for this.”

Still standing, a pain assimilating a cramp started to make appearance on your body, making you shut your eyes ans grunt a bit. “Honey...”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Wait, no, fuck, I forgot where is the birth bag!” the southerner started to run in circles on the house. “Where's the doula's number!?”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Love..” you tried to talk, you felt out of breath at such pain extending all over your lower body.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I think I'm lightheaded,” she stopped on her tracks. “Where's the bag!?”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Korra!” you screamed when the contraction stopped, she looked at you astonished. “We first go to the hospital and there we call the doula, the number is on the bag which is at the entrance.”

She nodded with a worry look, you extended your hands asking for help and she was quick to take them. Helping you to walk out of the house to the car Asami had sell you two, Korra walked at your speed, leaving strokes on your back and saying courageous words.

After that tiny panic reaction, the avatar focused in being your support during birth. Even if she didn't drive that well, Korra managed to get both of you to the hospital once she made sure everything was on the bag. She registered you and made the call while you were getting checked up. When everything was settle she sat besides you taking your hand for support and always attentive at you.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “This is happening.” she said, cleaning sweat from your forehead. “This is really happening, holy shit.”

She heard a sob coming from you and panic took over.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Are you okay, baby? Do you want me to call a nurse?” she asked quickly, looking up to see if she could catch any on the way. You pulled her a bit and when she saw you, you shook your head.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I don't think I'm ready,” you whispered, embarrassed. How come you would say that until now? “I'm scared.”

Your partner smiled with warmth and left a soft kiss on your forehead. “I'm scared too, baby... But I know we're going to be great mothers, we have the best support circle with us, you can do this, my love, I know it.”

Your frown raised a bit while a weak smile showed on your face. “I love you so m–” a grunt vibrated on your throat making you stop talking and squeeze her hand.

Even when the avatar was strong and she could handle pain, the squeeze felt a bit too much. “Oh, wow, that was a big one, huh?”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Mh–mh,” you shook your head and found the way to talk. “It's coming, I'm sure it's coming now.”

And that was enough to make Korra call for help. Once the doula was in the room, everything else happened a bit quicker.

While you were pushing, you had the southerner by your side cheering on you and cleaning the sweat on your face, her eyes traveled from you to the professional and back to you. The last minutes felt like hours to both of you, but the sound of crying washed over relief on the both of you; with tears in the eyes, your partner was handed the tiny bulk in a blanket.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Congratulations on the girl, moms.” the doula said with a big smile, Korra's eyes widened and shot to you. Between tears, you giggled.

Your arms stretch to her asking for the baby and when you had her in your arms, it felt like you finally were complete. Accomodating the tiny human in your arms, you could see Korra's hair color in her and it made you laugh a little bit.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “She's beautiful,” the avatar said looking at the baby from your side. A kiss was left on your head. “Thank you, love, for our child.”

Bright eyes looked up to her and smiled, exchanging a sweet kiss before turning back to the newborn when she cried again. When she opened her eyes after she was cleaned up and brought back to you at birth, iced color orbs sparkle at you and from that moment you had a feeling she was going to be Korra's copy, and you weren't wrong.

As the baby grew, the avatar's features started to show. She had the same skin tone, face form, hair color, nose type and even her personality, you would always joke to her about how you just birthed a mini Korra when the two of them did something similar at the same time. The first month with the baby had been such a challenge with the sleepless nights and how you always resorted to Pema when you two needed help with the baby. But you were sure all was worth it when you saw Korra play with her and make her laugh with the southerner's actions, you were so grateful for your family.

Visiting the avatar's parents after the baby turned one month old, Senna was the most excited one to see her granddaughter.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Oh, my spirits! She looks just like Korra when she was a baby!” she exclaimed excited while her eyes were delighted at seeing your first-born in her tiny water tribe outfit they sent, you smiled proudly and turned to the mentioned.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I told you, she's your twin.” the southerner rested an arm on your shoulders, bringing you closer while she shook her head laughing.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “What's her name?” Tonraq now asked while playing with the baby, making faces behind Senna.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Strawberry.” his daughter answer, you sighed shaking your head.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Her name is Yui.” you said, your arms hugging your partner's waist.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “It's the same, Yui means strawberry!” she defend, you nodded a little bit just to let her have her win and a laugh was heard from the baby making everyone melt in love for her.

#the legend of korra #the legend of korra x reader #korra x reader #avatar korra #korra x you #korra x fem!reader #avatar korra x reader #one shot #request #korra fanfic #fanfic

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rustboxstarr · 1 year

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Modern Eddie Munson headcons pt2

Thank you to @strangerthings64 for the request for pt 2!

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, drugs (weed), porn. Inapropriate jokes/dirty jokes, allusions to men being disgusting (well they always are) on public transport

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🚬 This bitch will go my precious in a Gollum voice while tapping his fingers when you take your top off.

🚬 will send you 10 minutes worth of snapchat videos and get cut off mid sentence then proceed to complain about it in the next.

🚬Eddie Munson HATES pop and hip hop, but once he starts dating you he’s conflicted because he hates the basicness of it and the people who listen to it, but watching you twirl around with Robin drunk and in your element on the dance floor looking so mother fucking sexy swerving your hips in circles to Hey Mickey! By Baby Tate he’s starting to wonder if he might appreciate live stream hip pop.

🚬 Will scroll through Instagram forgetting you’re on a call or on FaceTime with each other and suddenly starts singing incredibly off key to whatever playing on his Google nest.

🚬Facetimes you while he’s cooking and you have to endure watching him shriek and scurry away from the frying pan when hot oil hits his skin.

🚬 Refuses to show his Spotify stats when the group went through theirs because he discovered Woman by Doja Cat had earned the top 6th place.

🚬His whole tiktok is just a bunch of bullshit, like he will be sat next to u scrolling tiktok and suddenly start pissing himself with laughter and showing u this

🚬 FUCKING binges top gear, especially when high.

🚬When this mf gets drunk he’s handsy, ALL OVER HANDS, dudes hands are grabbing your ass, squeezing your titties, pulling your hair cuz he thinks it’s funny all while you’re tryna fight him off you.

🚬 Tried to pick you up once while hammered. He can’t pick you up for very long normally cuz u heavy and this bitch skinny and gangly as fuck but once he gets alcohol in his system. “Eddie you can’t carry me!” “Liquid strength” he motions to his drink “that’s now how it works!” Proceeded to wrap his hands around your thighs, he managed to carry you for a whole second where he was whooping and practically screaming I told you so before loosing his balance and toppling you both onto the floor. Stuck between the end of the couch and a lazy boy.

🚬 On public transport he will sit in the outer edge so you’re against the window and no one can accidentally braze past you. If the bus is full and you’re standing he’ll fucking corner you so no one can accidentally or purposely cop a feel.

🚬Sent a video once on Snapchat where he’s talking with a cigarette in his mouth, and the he dropped it and it burned a hole in the crotch of his jeans.

🚬 No doubt will buy dog leashes and cut the fabric off to use the chains as accessories (totally don’t do that myself…)

🚬 licks your face, need I say more?

🚬took a picture of you bent over tying your boots and drew in a stick figure behind you, he wrote tappin dat ass and posted it to his story

🚬Eddie Munson has instagram, but never posts, but when you finally wear him down he posts the UGLIEST photos of u, his profile picture is you covered in pimple patches with your hair in a fucking mess, two straws sticking out your nose

🚬Watched a porn video the night before you came over, then when you were set to leave in his van his phone automatically connected to Bluetooth while the FAKEST moans bellowed out of the tinny speakers.

#80s #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson has adhd #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson smut #Eddie Munson headcons #Eddie Munson plus size reader #Eddie Munson x plus size reader #Eddie Munson x reader #modern Eddie #modern Eddie Munson #modern Eddie Munson headcons #modern Eddie headcons #headcanon #headcon

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kissingkiszka · 8 months

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The Sweet Symphony-Chapter One: Rockstar Romeo

Jake Kiszka x Reader series

Words: 600+

Summary: shopping at the local record store on your one day off, you have an enticing experience with an unexpected encounter.

CW: MDNI, 18+, fluff, flirtatious banter

This chapter is literally so short I don’t even think it can be considered a full chapter! This is more of an introduction to set the scene!

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The bright sun was beaming down into the local record store window in Nashville, Tennessee. You finally had a day off from your job at the hair salon, and you were going to spend it doing the thing you loved. Music. More specifically, shopping for vintage records. Your fingers hovered over the rock section until you came across Elvis Presley. You flipped through the old records, noticing a man across from you began to scan his hand over the Elvis section as well. At the bottom of the collection, there was The Essential Elvis Presley in mint condition. Your hand flew to pick up the record, only to be met with the other man's hand on top of yours. Your fingers softly interlocked with his. He mirrored your image as you pushed your hair behind your ear, trying to get a better look at the man. He had long dark brown hair accompanied by matching dark brown eyes. His hands were the farthest thing from soft. They were cold and covered in calluses, you weren't going to lie. Staring into his eyes, a special kind of tension grew. It was if your souls had entered an intense staring contest. He opened his mouth, beginning to speak, but you needed the first word.

"Elvis?" As you continued to interlock fingers, the tension built. You begin to wonder if the contact continues because of your need for the record, or for a need of something else?

"He's one of my bands top influences." He declared, a wide smirk appearing on his face.

"You're in a band?" Your grip on the record grew tighter. It was now a game to see who would let go first. "What band?"

"Greta Van Fleet. we've been around for a few years now, but we're still trying to gain traction." He gave you a soft smile. "I play guitar. Been playing since I was three."

"Well are you any good?" You sarcastically questioned.

He chuckles to himself, running his large hand through his hair. "Why don't you come find out?"He let go of the record, letting you have it. "We're doing a charity concert tomorrow night. The Blue Room. I can save you a spot on our guest list. Come see us, we'll show you what music is."

You picked up the record, nodding. "I'll come by if I happen to be available." Your plans were to sit on your couch and binge watch the newest Netflix show. But those plans could easily take a rain check for a concert, especially if he would be playing the guitar. You could see him itching to keep the conversation going.

"My treat." He grabbed the record from your clutch and took it up to the register before you could protest. "Now everytime you play it, you'll think of me." He swiped his card, waiting for the transaction to go through.

"Ah yes, the mysterious musician I met at my local record store who will forever change my life." You joked as he handed the record back to you. "But, thank you."

"Who knows? Maybe there's something more here." He started towards the door, never taking his eyes off you.

You shrugged, having nothing left to say.

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow darling."

"Yeah, yeah it's actually Y/N." You chuckled to yourself at the pure desperation of the situation. As you turned to leave, a panic set in. "Wait, I never got your name."

He paused for a moment, eyeing you up and down.

"Jake." He said with a sly nod. He slipped on a pair of sunglasses and left the record store.

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staybabblingbaby · 2 months

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Felix Tinder AU (First Date Part) A1 D1

[Caution: These are not full fics, or even full parts of fics for some, these are part of my writing progress archive!]

Concept: You match with what you think is a Stray Kids fan account on Tinder. You get along great with the account's owner, and think it's probably your most successful match to-date. Little do you know who's actually behind the screen...

Word Count: 1,543

Notes: I've avoided posting this one for so long because I've ended up doing something completely different, and it's probably going to end up as a hybrid SMAU for the actual thing. Plus, I didn't know Felix was religious when I wrote this and now it feels kind of disrespectful... Still! That's the purpose of the Archive! To see the writing in all of it's stages! So it's going up. There is no sequential part rn, but there is another attempt I will be posting soon that's VERY different.

Warnings: Talking about Religion and Parasocial relationships at one point.

Leave me comments or questions or anything! Love hearing from folks <3

Masterlist | Next Part (Coming soon!)

As you pull to a stop in front of the fanciest hotel you’ve ever seen in your life, you can’t help but wonder how you’d gotten here. Feeling small and dirty in your beat up little car, you pull out your phone. Tinder’s fire-y little logo taunts you as you pull up the chat you need.

Ah, yes. Tinder. The root of all your problems, honestly. Not actually, but it feels like it right this second.

It had all started a few weeks ago. You were going through one of your lonely phases, where you started trying to join hobbyist groups and downloaded every dating app in existence in desperate attempts to at least make a friend. You’d do this just about every year or so, despite the fact that you were never able to make close or long lasting relationships through it, platonic or otherwise.

You’d always end up too busy with work or burn out your social battery way too early into a friendship to be passing up the opportunity to hang out. Not to mention quickly getting overwhelmed with the dating apps and retreating from them post-haste. It was a vicious cycle of loneliness and social exhaustion that you hadn’t figured out how to escape yet.

Tinder happened to be one of the dating apps you’d downloaded. Though you always had ‘NO HOOKUPS’ in all caps at the start of your profile, Tinder had always had great results for you in terms of matches. You’d met several long and short-term friends through the app, though no romantic prospects as of yet. Probably not ever, given Tinder’s nature, but you’d remain hopeful, if doubtful.

It had been during your initial binge-swiping that you’d noticed a funny profile. With just a cute Bbokari picture and a few video game memes in their gallery, the fully filled out profile and simple name, ‘Felix’, had felt intriguing. It had seemed just a bit backwards for what you recall Tinder being all about, regardless of how complicated the profiles got.

‘Travelling the US for a couple months, let’s cross paths!’ read the first line of the profile. You’d weighed the pros and cons of potential long distance and immediately decided that you didn’t care. Your profile was set for friends, anyways, and you‘d long had more internet friends than irl ones.

You’d swiped without anymore thought and lo’ and behold you’d matched immediately. Still riding the surge of social energy that came with deciding you’re desperate enough for dating apps, you’d decided to open with a little joke.

‘So, is this a SKZ fan account on Tinder or something? bc i could b into that lol’

You probably should have expected the immediate reply, seeing as you’d made your account all of 30 minutes prior and he’d swiped on you first, judging by the immediate match. Of course he was online. It’d still caught you off guard though.

‘Something like that lol. You a STAY?’

‘something like that :p’ ‘enough of one 2 have a bunch of their songs on my playlist, but that’s all i’ll say on that’

‘aw c’mon, who’s your bias?’

‘nuh uh, i’ve said enough. k-pop babble requires level 3 friendship’

‘lol alright, i’ll ask how your days been then’ ‘How’s your day going?’

The rest was, as they say, history. The two of you had really hit it off and kept chatting even as you quickly grow overwhelmed and stop your swiping crusades. You tell him about your forays into building a social life and, when that doesn’t pan out, about your latest crochet projects. He, in turn, tells you that he and his friends are traveling all over the US for work over the next couple of months and provides you with silly hotel room anecdotes.

If you never thought more deeply about the coincidence of a guy named Felix having a Bbokari picture on his Tinder profile, well, there were millions of STAYs worldwide. It only made sense that there was at least one Felix bias named Felix out there.

It’s only a few days later that you feel solid enough in your budding friendship to ask a burning question.

‘Not to switch topics (i’m sure my crochet rants r riveting), but can i ask a question?’

‘(They absolutely are) sure!’ ‘I retain my right to silence tho ;P’

‘lol fair ennough’

‘I was just wondering y you don’t have any pics on here?’ ‘I’m p convinved ur not a serial killer by now’

‘I could be, you never know!’ ‘stranger danger’

[pause represented either by text or in fake text tbd]

‘i’m just shy’ ‘I like to talk before anything else’

‘That’s fair’ ‘I’m good at talking lol’ ‘you may have noticed im a bit of a yapper’

‘lol’ ‘yeah, i like it :D’

You had to pretend very hard not to be flustered after that conversation. And also try very hard not to examine why that simple acknowledgement sent your heart fluttering.

You’d quickly switched the subject back to ranting about how black yarn was the devil and despairing about your lack of ability to count. You may be minorly allergic to serious conversations, but Felix hadn’t seemed to mind.

Another week goes by, Felix keeps you updated on his cross-country adventure and you whine about how much you envy his job for letting him travel. He laughs you off and retorts with how exhausting it gets. He seems to be genuinely enjoying the hell out of whatever it is he’s doing though, so you don’t take him too seriously.

As time goes on your conversations get deeper. It’s towards the end of a conversation about religion, belief systems, and community that something shifts between you, ever so slightly.

‘ok but like’ ‘and hear me out here’ ‘religion is a parasocial relationship with a being of dubious existence’

‘lol what?’

‘No but fr!’ ‘ok so, like’ ‘listen it’s like k-pop idols, right?’

‘right?’

‘LISTEN, ok, so you know how, like, idols are basically manufactured to build a parasocial relationship with fans?’ ‘to the point some fans are actually insane about it?’

‘I’m well aware, yes’

‘Well religion is the same thing, i mean, think about it!’ ‘I have not met a devout Christian who wasn’t a lil insane abt their relationship with God’ ‘some are rlly nice abt it, but they literally say “our holy father who art in heaven” and call themselves his children’ ‘THAT is a parasocial relationship!’ ‘It’s the same w idols, right?’ ‘except the relationship is dating or friends or whatever image theyre curating’

‘right’

‘and think about it this way ok’ ‘the reason parasocial relationships are treated with cuation despite our predisposition to them as humans in the digital age is because they get dangerous when people delude themselves into thinking its real’ ‘It’s the same thing with religion except theyre encouraged 2 believe its all real in an attempt to instill them with certain morals’ ‘That’s how you get religous extremests’

‘I hadn’t thought of it that way’

‘and don’t get me wrong! I eat that shit up. I’m on bubble and all sorts. it’s just a facinating parallel between religon and fan spaces and the communities they create.’ ‘some fandoms are more organized than some churches i’ve seen’

‘i think this is the first time you’ve mentioned k-pop since we started talking’ ‘so you’re on bubble, huh? interesting’

‘Noooo my babbling has betrayed me!’ ‘I always knew it would T^T’

‘lol i still wanna know who your bias is’

‘you’ll die wondering’

‘well, then, what are your thoughts about meeting an idol?’

‘what is this, an interview?’

‘maybe’

‘lol ok’

‘i mean, in the vein of all fans, i’d be thrilled? ig?’

‘ig?’

‘Well, i’m kinda scared lol’ ‘idols intimidate me’

‘aw why are you scared?! i’m sure they’re lovely’

‘lol they’d have to b xD’ ‘idk man they just scare me! If i saw an idol in the wild i’d flee, no hesitation’ ‘poof, gone’

‘lolol imagine that poor idol saw you book it the other direction’

‘they’d survive lol’ ‘but nah, yeah, i’d be thrilled to meet an idol but i’d pass out i think’

‘well don’t do that’

‘listen, strangers scare me enough, attractive strangers that i admire very much? terrifying’

‘fair enough ig’ ‘so you wouldn’t talk to an idol if given the chance?’

‘y r u so interested? this is a weird line of question’

‘i’m just curious!’

‘i mean, depends on the context? a fan sign or something i’d probably b fine, if a nervous wreck, but like’ ‘in public?’ ‘I’d prolly keep my distance’ ‘like’ ‘Idols deserve their privacy too, yknow?’ ‘nerves aside, leaving them tf alone would just be the polite thing’ ‘idols are people too, yknow? I try not to forget that, regardless of how godly their music’

‘I agree’ ‘I think they’d appriciate that’

‘right? and, like, if i ever met an idol i’d have to confront the reality that they themselves are real, yknow?’ ‘it wouldn’t make me less of a fan but i’d def feel weird about several fan activities’

‘lol like what?’

‘wouldn’t you like to know weather boy?’

After that conversation, you couldn’t put your finger on it, but something had shifted in your friendship.

#skz x reader #stray kids fanfic #stray kids x reader #w.i.p fic #skz fanfic #skz fic #w.i.p #baby writes #Felix Tinder AU

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cameronspecial · 1 year

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Thorn In My Side, Rose In My Hand (Part 12)

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 2.4K

Summary: Applying to university can be stressful, especially when you might have to go long distances. Sweet Birthday surprises are always the best kind.

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“Have you guys made a Common App log-in yet?” Mason questions the group, shoving a hand full of chips in his mouth. They all nod, except for Lacey. Y/N vocalizes her answer, “Yeah, I also made a UCAS one. You know, the one for UK universities.” Y/N, Mason, Rafe and Lacey are all sitting around the Y/L/N’s kitchen island working on their university applications. Rafe is signing into Common App, but he brings one hand down to discretely feed Sparky, who is begging for food under the counter. “Sparky! Are you guilting Daddy into feeding you? You know you aren’t allowed any more treats today, Bubba,” Y/N chastises, picking up the puppy and placing him on her lap. Rafe puts his hands up in defence, “Hey. Don’t blame me. I didn’t know that he wasn’t allowed. Look what you did, Bubba, now I’m in trouble with Mommy.” Sparky excitedly tries to get into Rafe’s lap and get pets from his father. “Where are you guys applying to?” Lacey asks. She isn’t applying to any universities because she is planning on going to culinary school and working different internships.

Rafe looks at the list he formulated, “The Ivies, Stanford, UCLA, a few other American ones, Oxford, Bath, Cambridge, University of London, and Middlesex.” Shock crosses Y/N’s face when she realizes he is applying to a few UK universities as well. “Cameron, you know you don’t have to apply to UK unis just for me.” He looks up from his computer and smiles. “I know, my rose. But I want to,” he promises to her. He doesn’t continue the conversation, instead going back to his application and eating his cookie. “My rose, could you read over my essay, please?” He slides over his laptop and watches as she brings it closer to her. She scans the first line of his essay: My Girlfriend, My Hero. As she continues to read it over, she feels tears try to break free from her tear ducts.

He writes about how he is inspired by Y/N’s good doing and hard work, which pushed him to try to be a better person. He talks about how this caused him to focus more on his swim training, which led to his incredible win. He speaks honestly about how she helped him realize he wants to start thinking more about his future and how he isn’t hundred percent sure if university fits into that puzzle. It is filled with a few cliches and it is a little cringy, but it warms her heart that he chose to write about her. She makes comments on grammatical errors and where he needs to alter the writing, then hands the laptop back to him. “This is really good, Cameron. I’m honoured that you chose to write about me. Although, I’m not sure if this is what the university is really looking for,” she says, giving him a kiss on the cheek. Rafe shakes his head and wraps his arm around her, “If they don’t accept me because of my essay, then it’s like I wrote: I’m not too sure about going to uni anyways. I’ll take it as a sign that I’m meant to be your house husband. I am the one that can cook, anyways.” Y/N giggles at his joke, trying to keep her guilt and worry down.

——

Lacey heads out to go shadow The Wreck’s kitchen and Mason goes up to his room to watch the latest season of whatever he is binging, so Y/N and Rafe make their way to the gazebo with Sparky. She sits down on the love seat and he sets himself beside her. Sparky jumps up on her lap and places his head on Rafe’s lap. “What’s up?” he whispers to her with his lips placed on her hairline.

“What do you mean?”

“I know something is wrong, my rose. You forget that I know you inside and out.”

“What if we can’t do long distance?”

“Of course, we can do long distance. Plus, that’s why I applied to some UK unis, so we can be together.”

“But I don’t want you to throw your life plan off track just because my dream is to go to England. You wanted to go to UNC and then work for your dad.”

“Yeah, but our relationship made me realize that I’m not okay with just sitting back while my dad plans my whole life story for me. I want a say in what happens and if that means going to school in the UK or not going at all, then so be it. I think it’s the universe's way of putting me where I belong.”

“I didn’t know you felt that way. I’m glad you realized that before you made an irreversible life decision.”

He nods in agreement with her and pulls her into his lap, making sure that Sparky doesn’t get hurt, “You want to know what I felt insecure about? When we fought the night of my swim comp, my dad told me that maybe it was better I found out sooner rather than later that I couldn’t comfort you. However, Halloween night, helped me realize that wasn’t true. I was able to help you out of your panic attack without having to be told what to do and what was happening.”

“You really thought that? I’m glad you know now it is not true at all. Even if you couldn’t comfort me, you always knew how to make me feel better. Like setting up movie nights, baking me cookies or giving me popsicles.”

“True, it was a little silly. But now we both know we were wrong with what we thought and it is okay to feel the way we do. Talking will help us fix these feelings.”

She revels in his embrace and listens to the soft music he put on for them. They decide to spend the rest of the evening in the gazebo together, talking about their fears and how they can help each other get past them.

——

November 4 is the day Rafe Cameron entered the world and this year, the day is when he is going to enter adulthood. Rafe hadn’t planned anything special for the day; he only wanted to spend the day with the twins and Sparky. Y/N has other plans for the special day. He is always doing things to surprise her and make her feel loved, so she decided to throw him a surprise party. It isn’t going to be as big as the ragers he throws; instead, it is going to be on a smaller scale with all the people he loves and who love him. A pool party at the Y/L/N’s is the only way to go even with the slight autumn breeze. The heated pool will be sure to warm the partygoers. Everyone is setting up the decorations while Y/N is in charge of getting Rafe to the party location.

“I just need to stop by the house before we go to the restaurant. I forgot my wallet and I am not going to let you pay for your own birthday lunch. We have to use the back entrance because my dad is getting the locks change,” she informs, walking him toward the pool. He takes her hand into his, “You know I really don’t mind paying for lunch. All I want is to spend time with you. Although, seeing our baby would be nice. One of these days you are going to have to let him stay at my place.” Y/N couldn’t answer his question because the party guest yell “Surprise!” at their appearance. Rafe’s genuine reaction is a delight. “You did not plan all of this without me knowing. You can’t keep secrets from me.” She gives him a massive grin, “I know. I don’t know how I kept it so secret. I hope you like it.” “I love it, thank you.”

Rafe and Y/N take time and mingle with all of the guests. At some point, Sarah and Wheezie pop up in front of the pair with an instant camera to take a picture of them. After all that, Y/N and Rafe strip down to their bathing suits with the plans of going for a dip. He wraps his arms around her waist and places his chin on her shoulders as they look out towards the pool. An idea pops into his mind; a Cheshire cat smiles spreads across his face. He unwinds his hands from their position and quickly pushes her into the pool. The sudden surrounding of water surprises the girl. She looks at him with annoyance and reaches a hand out for him to help her out. “It’s the least you can do,” she pouts, waving her hand to exaggerate her point. He falls for her trick, taking her hand.

She uses all of her strength to pull him into the water with her. Y/N laughs her head off as he surfaces from the water. “Why does this feel familiar?” he inquires, swimming closer to his girlfriend. She wraps her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, “Because this was the start of the dominion fall that lead to me falling for you. That movie night was my favourite make-up of yours.”

“Well, I’m glad I decided to be a dick and pushed you in,” he jokes, giving her a sloppy kiss on the cheek. She brings her lips close to his ears to whisper, “I have your gift in my room. I want to give it to you in private though. Maybe after cake?” “That sounds like a plan.” The evening is spent in the pool, playing chicken, marco polo, watching the boys try to show off on the diving board and many more activities. Aunt Millie brings over Franklin and Bella after their naps, ready to play. “Come on, Bells. You can do it!” Rafe encourages from inside the pool. He watches the young girl nervously make her way toward the end of the diving board with her life vest on. She looks at him with trust in her eyes and sees his outstretched arms ready to catch her then jumps into them. He catches the girl and brings her over to the shallow end where Franklin and Y/N are waiting.

“That was amazing, Bells. You did so great!” she praises the little girl, giving Bella a kiss on the cheek. Bella looks at her cousin with a smile and her face quickly changes to remembrance, “Oh, Rafe. I want you to open your gift.” Bella hops out of the pool and waddles her way over to the table with the gifts. Rafe hops out of the pool to dry himself off and takes Franklin out of Y/N’s hand so she can follow him out. Bella makes her way over to him with a wide smile on her face. She hands it over to him and watches as he opens it. Inside is a watch with Lighting McQueen on the face of it. It is obviously a children’s watch and probably not very expensive, but the look of joy on Bella’s face makes his heart swell. “I picked it out myself. Do you like it?” she confides. He picks her up into her arms and presses a kiss to her hair, “I love it. It’s so cool. I love Lightning McQueen.” He puts on his watch and sees Lacey beckoning him over as she places the candles on the cake.

He goes over to where she is with Y/N, Franklin and Bella in tow. He looks down to see the blue icing on the cake that says “Wow, you are getting old.” It is a definite sign Lacey is the one who made the cake. His eyes are instantly drawn to the cookies on the dessert table because he knows Y/N is the one who baked them. The party guest all gather around to sing happy birthday. They cut the cake and Y/N settles herself with two slices of cake onto Rafe’s lap on the patio chair. He takes the plate out of her hand, taking the fork into his as well. He holds up a cake-filled fork for her and as she moves her mouth closer to the fork. He takes the opportunity to bring the plate closer to her face too and smashes the cake into her mouth and face. “Ugh, Cameron,” she groans, taking a napkin to wipe it off. He brings them to a stand and starts to bring her upstairs, “Isn’t this a good excuse to go upstairs to your room?” Y/N gives him a confused look then nods once she puts two and two together.

She has him sit on the window sill and she goes to her desk to get his gift. “Close your eyes,” she orders when her back is turned. Rafe obeys and holds his hands up with his palms facing up. He feels a weight being placed on them and opens his eyes. The wrapping paper is white covered with roses and a purple bow on top. He opens the gift, making sure to be careful with the paper. The first thing he finds is a scrapbook with his name and the date range from his birthday to the day before his current birthday. He opens it up to see pictures of his growth in chronological order. He finds photos from every milestone that he had. “If you go to the back, there is a section on the start of your relationship,” she notifies him, helping him turn to the page. There was in fact a part dedicated to the two of them with all of his favourite pictures of them. He smacks his lips against hers. “This is the best gift ever. I love it! Thank you,” he thanks her. “There is more to the gift.” He puts the scrapbook down to see a leather journal underneath. His initials are imprinted on the front and the pages are completely empty.

“It’s a journal for you to document your life as an adult. Now, you have something that documents your childhood and to document your adulthood.” He looks at her with adoration in her eyes as he realizes the amount of time and effort she put into his birthday gift. “These are amazing. Thank you, my rose. Let’s go back to the party now. Can I keep these up here?” “Of course, let’s go back down.” The pair rejoin the party with dopey smiles on their faces.

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btsgotjams27 · 2 years

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this is us ~ jjk | 4

jimin and taehyung want to party before they leave.

✨ title: this is us | (sequel to all grown up) ✨ pairing: jungkook x f!reader | ✨ rating: m/18+ | minors dni ✨ genre/au: drama, romance, angst, fluff, smut | est!relationship, age gap, bff's younger brother ✨ playlist ✨ a/n: if you haven’t read the prequel to this, please do so here! :) you can read them here on AO3 & Wattpad

[ SERIES MASTERLIST ] | next ✨ 5 ~ daydreams and stargazing

chapter four ~ hot tubs and clubs part 2 | wc: 5.0k warnings: kissing, touching, groping, allusions to sex, alcohol consumption, girl x girl kiss, jungkook's day one my time outfit (yes, that's a warning), light thigh riding while dancing, jungkook getting an erection should just be a warning for the rest of this series, fingering, unprotected penetration (they're happily in love), they try to have sex but get interrupted again

The sun peeked through the window shutters, and the birds were bright and chipper as you wiped away your tears. Five episodes later, from where you and Hyunie left off, you silently cried as you watched Start-Up. You tapped on your phone to check the time, and it read 6:27 AM. You didn't realize how late…or early it was.

Shuffling could be heard from the loft upstairs, and your cute and sleepy boyfriend popped out. His hair was ruffled and fluffy, and the bags under his eyes were prominent. He rubbed his eyes, trying to get a better look at what was in front of him when he came down the stairs.

"G'morning, boyfriend."

He flashed you a lazy grin, slowly walking towards you, positioning his head on your lap, and spreading himself across the sectional. He groaned, wrapping his arms around your thigh and settling into a fetal position.

"What are you doing up so early?" he asked, still half-asleep, eyes closed.

His shivers gave away how cold the morning air was, even with all the windows closed. You reached for a throw blanket draped over the sectional to cover him up. "I couldn't sleep, so I decided to binge my drama. Why are you up so early, hmm?" You asked as you looked down at him, gently stroking his fluffy hair.

"I tried to get my morning cuddles in, but you were gone," he muttered. He quite liked the feeling of your fingers threading through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp, and it reminded him of Saturday morning snuggles with his mom when he was little.

You quickly paused the show because you didn't want to miss any scenes. Still stroking his hair, you sighed, "I'm never getting high again."

He opened his eyes, head turning to look up at you. A stupid grin plastered across his face. "Why not?"

"Last night, I felt like I was sinking into the bed. You know that scene in 'Get Out,' when he sits in the chair and then goes into the sunken place? That's literally what happened to me." You had chills just thinking about it all over again, and it was not a pleasant feeling.

Jungkook chuckled. "You're so cute when you're high, though. You get so spacey and giggly, and I love it." He reached up to gently stroke your cheek.

Leaning into it, you gave him a sweet smile. "What about you, huh? Asking all of these existential questions?"

"I was in the zone… the twilight zone," he joked stupidly.

You chuckled and shook your head. "Dummy…"

"A lovable dummy?"

"Mmhm, my loveable dummy." You leaned down to kiss him before reaching for the remote to continue your show.

"Why can't she be his dream?" Jungkook asked as he sat up, completely immersed in the episode you were watching.

You sniffled and wiped away the tears streaming down your face. "Hmm...? Maybe she wants him to choose a better future for himself instead of her."

"It's not her decision, though, and it's his."

"I can see where they're both coming from. Do-san didn't know his dream was her until they met, but Dal-mi doesn't want him to regret choosing her if he stays."

"Easy. Choose the girl," he stated, thinking what was so hard about it.

"It's not always that easy, boyfriend."

"If he loves her, then he should stay. Is his career really worth someone he loves?" He couldn't understand Dal-mi's determination to make Do-san choose something else, to push him away when she clearly loved him.

You chuckled. "And here I thought I was the hopeless romantic?"

"You're my dream…a lifelong dream come true." Smiling, he held your palm up to his lips and pressed a kiss. "I'm hungry and going to make some breakfast for us." He got up, leaving the spot in your lap empty and cold.

He established--time and time again, how head over heels, completely, utterly, and hopelessly in love he was with you. A small part feared you didn't deserve him, that you didn't love him as much as he loved you, that one day you'd break his heart...again. He deserved the world--you didn't know if you were the one to give it to him.

"Jungkookie…did you get it in the right hole last night?" Taehyung snickered while looking at Jimin and Hyunie. The three of them apparently became besties over this past weekend. Everyone was huddled together at the kitchen counter, making a quick breakfast.

He rolled his eyes at his friend. "I blame the gummies you gave me, and they threw me off my game."

Taehyung almost choked on his cereal. "Yah-don't blame my gummies. You should train your dick better." Jimin kicked him, and Taehyung glared back, mouthing, "What?"

"Train my dick better? I can show you how well-trained my dick is right now. I'll stick it in that hole in your face if you don't quit it." Jungkook quipped back, forgetting how annoying his friends could be.

"Please, be my guest." Taehyung opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, teasing his friend.

"YAH--you guys are disgusting. Quit it, will ya?" Jimin barked at his two friends, shaking his head in disappointment. It was like college all over again.

The two of them went on bickering like old men. Jimin turned to you and Hyunie, apologizing for their behavior.

You set your coffee down, and a few splatters spilled on the counter as you walked over to your boyfriend and grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the stairs. He was taken aback by your gesture but followed nonetheless.

"Where are you going?" Hyunie asked, munching on her bagel, watching the two of you.

He smirked at your boldness. He turned to his friends, "You guys should probably start packing up the car."

"YAH! YAH! YAH! I believe you, Jungkookie. I don't want to hear you guys fucking again." Taehyung cried. "That shit scarred me."

"Great...I'll be sure to be even louder than normal," you chirped at Taehyung before sticking out your tongue.

"Better hurry and finish your breakfast if you don't want to hear us."

Jungkook retorted cheekily, then he smacked your ass on your way up to the loft as you pulled your top over your head.

The three musketeers hurriedly grabbed their food and snuck out towards the deck to dodge your sex capade.

"Are they really gonna fuck?" Jimin asked before turning around and saw Jungkook's naked rear end from the window. "...and I just answered my own question." He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"I literally have deja vu," Taehyung closed his eyes and began rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"He has a nice ass, though…" Hyunie couldn't stop staring. Jimin and Taehyung glared at her. "What? It's true."

"…they want to go clubbing?" You sighed when Jungkook told you what Jimin and Taehyung wanted to do before returning to California.

They unexpectedly stayed another week, crashing at Jungkook's place for the time being. He loved his friends, but he kept showing up at your place to sleep, again, claiming it was 'too crowded for his liking.'

He shrugged. "You can bring Hyunie. I'm sure she wants to see Taehyung before he leaves."

The last time you went to a club must have been right before you were with U-jin. The thought of sweaty bodies, loud pumping music, and idiotic drunks didn't seem like an idea of a fun time, but you reminded yourself of wanting to be the fun girlfriend.

"I'll invite Jin-hyung, Yuna, and Namjoon-hyung too. I'm sure they're all dying to have some fun," he added.

You doubted the old married couple would be up for a night out.

"I'm so glad Jungkook invited us! We've been itching to get out of the house," Yuna exclaimed over the loud, deep bass, repeating the same beat.

"Didn't think this was your kind of crowd!" you yelled back to her over the loud music.

"It's not! But we've been so bored, we'll do just about anything!" Namjoon chimed before taking a sip of his beer.

You offered Yuna a shot of Vodka, but she refused. Shrugging, you took a swig of it instead. You hissed when it hit the back of your throat, burning as it went down. It was exactly how you pictured the club would be: loud and sweaty. Good thing you didn't bring a sweater. With all the bodies in there, it was like a sauna.

The club in Itaewon was packed, and of course, it would be. It was eleven o'clock on a Friday night. Luckily, Jin grabbed a booth for everyone early before the crowd began trickling in. Jimin, Taehyung, and Hyunie have been on the dance floor since they stepped foot in the club and barely sat down to take a breather. The 'old people,' including you, Jin, Namjoon, and Yuna, were all sitting in the booth, watching the crowd go wild.

Jungkook came back to the booth with water for everyone. Those sitting all grabbed one, quenching their thirst. He sat beside you, squeezing your thigh, trying to reassure you and assess if you were doing alright. He knew it wasn't your thing, but he was happy you were there. You flashed him a smile, letting him know you were okay.

He leaned into you, whispering in your ear, "Come dance with me."

You shook your head. "I wouldn't be caught dead shaking my ass in a club, especially in Itaewon."

He leaned back in. "Aw, come on, please...for me? Just one dance." He pressed a kiss into your neck. "...then I'll sit with you for the rest of the night."

What he said was a lie. You knew he wouldn't let you sit for the rest of the night. You slowly craned away from him, keeping your eyes on Yuna, but she was paying no attention to you two. She was in a deep conversation with Jin and Namjoon across the booth.

"Kook...Yuna's here."

"So? You swear like she hasn't seen us kiss." He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him, beginning to nip on your earlobe.

Your body shuddered lightly; he knew it was your weak spot. "I know…but it's still weird sometimes."

"Come dance and let me kiss you where she can't see us then." He devilishly smirked before planting a wet kiss on your neck, letting it linger longer than you wanted. You were hoping it wouldn't leave a mark.

Fuck. Jungkook looked too good to say no to tonight. He was sporting a see-through black button-down with leather pants and a matching jacket. The button-down left nothing to one's imagination. You could see his defined chest and that stupid shiny nipple piercing poking through. You swore to God if he left one more button undone, you'd beg him to fuck you in the women's bathroom. His jet-black hair was growing, perfect for tugging if you could say so.

You downed another shot of Vodka, your third one of the night, groaning before you shooed him to move his way onto the dance floor. He grinned excitedly like a schoolboy who got a girl to agree to go to second base under the bleachers. You rolled your eyes at him, always getting what he wanted. He held onto your hand, squeezing it as he led you into the sea of sweaty bodies. He turned back to you once he found a spot, spinning you around, so your back was against his chest. He held you close, close enough to smell the perfume that he loved so much. You rolled your head back, molding your body into his, swaying to the beat of the music. He gripped tightly onto your waist, rocking and grinding himself into your ass. Your hands snaked back towards his neck, tugging his hair at the nape of his neck. One of his hands slowly traveled down the side of your tight black dress, stopping at the hem, fingers slightly lifting it for his own pleasure, wondering how far you'd let him go.

You briskly slapped his hand away. "People are watching."

"Nobody's watching," he whispered, kissing the shell of your ear before turning you around to face him. He gripped your waist again, moving back towards a less bright spot on the dance floor. He nudged his knee between your legs, having your crotch ride against his thigh. Your lace undies become soaked as his hands slide down to the soft flesh of your ass, gripping your waist, making you dry hump his thigh. So, now you understand why someone would like 'thigh riding.' Your eyes fluttered shut for a moment, savoring his hands on you. His eyes were dark, filled with lust, wanting to leave and take you home.

Your eyes opened when his hand traveled to the nape of your neck, threading your hair, getting lost in the moment simply from his touch. A view of Taehyung and Hyunie caught your attention, her arms wrapped around his shoulders and his hands on her waist. He smirked, leaning in and whispering something in her ear. She giggled as she touched her forehead against his. You wondered what nonsense they were up to, then before you knew it, she stepped away from Taehyung and headed in your direction.

"Sorry, lover boy, I'm going to steal her away," she stated as she pulled you towards her.

He kissed your cheek. "Have fun," he said, making his way to find Jimin and Taehyung at the bar. He sat on a stool, surrounded by his friends, intently watching you and Hyunie.

"What are you doing?" Curiously asking your friend.

"Making your boyfriend a little jealous....and horny," she grinned at you.

"You're bad," you smiled back at her.

"I know." She noted before tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, letting her thumb linger along your jawline, stopping at your chin and bringing you in for a kiss.

When Jungkook saw the kiss between the sea of people, his dick automatically twitched in his leather pants. Taehyung elbowed him, "Looks like you have some competition."

The kiss was a surprise, and you stood there dumbfounded. You've never kissed a girl before, but you were sure Jungkook enjoyed watching it happen. Your eyes shifted from Hyunie's down to her lips, and you pressed your lips against hers again.

Both Taehyung and Jimin chuckled, watching their friend squirm sitting on the stool. Jungkook cleared his throat while shifting in his seat. He needed to readjust the stupid leather pants that were beginning to stick to him. If you continued to do what you were doing, he'd have to go home and change.

"You've definitely had way too much to drink," you shook your head at your friend.

Hyunie grabbed your arms around her waist as she put hers around your neck, pulling you close to her. She leaned in, whispering, "Do you think it worked?"

The two of you glanced in the boys' direction, and they quickly looked away, pretending not to be watching.

"Yeah, it worked," you chuckled softly as the two of you danced closely.

"Yah--you better watch out for Hyunie, and she's going to steal your girl," Taehyung jokes, licking the salt off the rim of the glass before downing the tequila shot and chasing it with a lime. He grimaced and hissed, and it was his fourth shot of the night.

Jungkook rolled his eyes at his friend. But, he had to admit, watching you kiss Hyunie turned him on...a lot, which was unexpected. "Whatever man. And what about you? Go get your girl..." He pointed to Hyunie, who was now laughing with you. "What's up with you guys anyway?"

Taehyung shrugged. "She's cute. I like her, but it's too early to tell."

"He's just scared that he likes her too much," Jimin chimed in.

The three continued watching the two of you dance away in the crowd. Jungkook loved seeing you having fun and not caring so much about how you looked to others. He knew it was difficult for you, but he was glad you had Hyunie to help loosen you up. Finally, his dick calmed down, so he straightened his jacket and leather pants.

"Where are you going?" Taehyung asked.

Jungkook grinned. "Taking my girl home."

The fun started before you even left the club. Jungkook couldn't keep his hands off you, not after seeing the kiss between you and Hyunie. He was a bit jealous but mostly turned on. You felt bad for your taxi driver. He was probably annoyed with both of you. You tried to be on your best behavior while in the backseat, but Jungkook wasn't helping. His hands kept wandering between your thighs, fingers inching closer and closer to your wet core. Your eyes remained on the driver, ensuring he was paying attention to the road and not what the two of you were doing. You whimpered when he fully had his palm rubbing circles against your clit.

The driver quickly glanced back, meeting your eyes. He wasn't stupid. He knew what was happening. He'd seen too many couples while working in Itaewon late at night.

Your hand slipped down to stop him from going further. You didn't want to cum in the back of a taxi.

He leaned over, his nose nipping the shell of your ear. "Baby...you're driving me insane. Please..." He pleaded, aiming to continue what he started, but you didn't let him. He removed his hand from your crotch. He thought, if you didn't want to have any fun, he did at least. "Then can I have some fun?"

Oh jeez. Jungkook was relentless tonight. You gazed at your love-lust boyfriend, giving in once again to his wants, no needs. Your hand flew down to his crotch. He was already hard, which didn't surprise you. You were sure he had an erection the whole night and wouldn't be surprised if he had blue balls too. The friction between your palm and his hard-on was overwhelming. He kicked his head back, breath hitched in his throat, chest heaving, struggling to keep himself in control. He could clearly feel his pre-cum sticking to the confines of his boxers. His groan echoed throughout the car, making the driver shift in his seat and step on the gas.

You leaned into him, whispering, "I think we're making our driver uncomfortable." You smirked as you gently patted his dick and kept your hands to yourself.

The hunger continued once the door closed to his apartment. "Fuck--Kook..." You moaned breathily as his lips seeped deeply into your neck, marking you. His hands squeeze the soft flesh of your breasts through your dress. All the while, his hard cock pressed deeply into your stomach. You hastily removed his leather jacket, tossing it on the ground, leaving on the see-through button-down etched with leopard spots and zebra stripes.

"You're so sexy," he panted between heated kisses on your lips and your neck. He was reminded of tonight's little antics of you kissing Hyunie at the club, and it made his cock twitch again.

"You like that? Hmm…?"

"Very much."

He kissed you again, tilting his head to deepen it, then tucked his arms under your thighs, lifting you up and pinning you against the wall. You helped slide the straps off your dress, letting your breasts spill out. He automatically latched on, harshly sucking on your tit. You whimpered when he bit down on your nipple.

"What...if...Jimin...and Taehyung come back?" you asked breathily as he peppered kisses along the top of your chest, your hands gripping tightly onto his dark locks. You offered to return to your place, but he insisted on his since it was closer, and he couldn't wait any longer. He had to have you.

"They won't," he said confidently as he held you up while waddling to his bedroom, lips never leaving you.

You yelped when you flew onto his bed. He kicked off his pants and boxers before crawling towards you to slip off your dress. Your heart was pounding, excitedly waiting for him to continue. The lace panties were already soaked from tonight's thigh riding and his stupid, sexy outfit.

"I've never wanted to fuck you so badly," he remarked before pumping his thick shaft, getting himself ready. He looked absolutely angelic on his knees. His dark locks were wet and sticking to the side of his temples, thanks to the sweaty sauna of a club. Maybe you should go more often. He continued making his way over to you, your legs already spread, waiting for him. His hands are on each side of you, hovering, taking you all in. You began to clench around nothing, wondering what was taking so long. His eyes shifted from yours down to your lips, then unexpectedly shoved two fingers inside your juicy cunt. You squirmed and gasped at the sudden contact.

Jungkook flashed a smirk and cocked his eyebrow. "I guess I'm not the only one who enjoyed the kiss."

"Shut up," you said as he kept pumping his fingers in and out, then you pulled him down for a kiss, moaning into it.

Then you pushed him off and rolled him over onto his back. You knew he loved doing all the work but not tonight. Tonight, it was your turn. And he didn't mind one bit. He loved the view from where he was. His hand flew up, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your breast while the other traveled to your clit, rubbing in circles. He smirked, seeing you kick your head back, mouth agape, clearing, enjoying yourself. You returned to your senses and remembered it was your turn to fuck him like there was no tomorrow. Tonight's shenanigans at the club made you horny too.

You leaned down to kiss him, letting yourself rub against his hard and thick erection. Your juices lather him up, ready to take him in. Your hand traveled down, holding his cock at your entrance, sliding it up and down your folds, the two of you groaning, the anticipation killing both of you. You swirled his reddened tip around your entrance, before slowly taking him in, stretching you out inch by inch. Fuck. You forgot how great his cock felt. Your pussy finally clenched around the one thing you've wanted all night.

"SHIT--!" Jungkook cried out.

"Kook, you're so big," you gasped, finally bottoming out, taking all of him in. You needed a moment to get used to his size again.

"The door--"

You stopped rolling your hips to look at him. "What? What?" you exclaimed, unsure of what was happening. Then you heard it too. Suddenly, you rushed to grab the duvet to cover yourself.

Taehyung groaned loudly as his knee hit the table in the entryway. He was way too drunk for his own good, and Jimin was trying his best to hold him up. "Really, Jungkook?!" Jimin shouted when he saw shoes and clothes all over the hallway. He walked Taehyung over to the sofa, plopping him there for now. Then Jimin strolled further down the hallway to see the bedroom door wide open, and Jungkook was glaring at him, peeking out from behind you.

Jungkook rolled you over. He propped his elbows up on the bed, the two of you still covered. "I told you I was going home and shoulda known I was trying to fuck my girlfriend," he quipped back at his friend.

You continued to hide out of embarrassment of being caught...again. You uncovered the blanket from your head, looking at your boyfriend. "I love your friends, but...they're really cramping our sex life."

"Ugh...I know. I'm sorry baby...but remember, they're leaving soon."

Jungkook woke up early because he had to take his friends to the airport. He tried his best not to wake you, but you were completely knocked out when he looked over. At least it looked like you were. He sat at the kitchen counter with a cup of coffee and a laptop, trying his best not to look at any work emails, but he couldn't help it.

Jimin and Taehyung were fighting over the bathroom. Finally, Taehyung gave up and took a seat next to Jungkook. He slumped over the counter, letting out a big yawn. "Your girlfriend still sleeping?"

Jungkook nodded, brows furrowed, intensely looking at his computer screen. He was reviewing some last-minute revisions for the game launch coming up at work.

"Man…I'm gonna miss Seoul."

Jungkook peered over at his friend and chuckled softly. "All you guys did was party while you were here."

"We're young and dumb and allowed to do so...unlike you."

"What do you mean?" Jungkook's gaze fixed on his friend.

"You're all love-shacked up. You're chained down. You're whipped."

"And what's wrong with that?" He retorted back to his friend, a bit offended, to be honest.

Taehyung shrugged and looked away, finding a coaster to fumble with. "Nothing…"

Jungkook could tell he wanted to say more. He sighed. "Spit it out."

He wet his lips and debated if this was the best time for this conversation, but it was too late. "I like Y/n, but don't you think you're too young to want to settle down?"

"Who said anything about settling down?" He cocked his eyebrow and shifted himself towards his friend. Sure, it crossed his mind, but he wasn't thinking about asking you to marry him. You were engaged not that long ago.

"You guys are practically married." Jimin chimed in, now finished with the bathroom. He walked over to the two of you, leaning against the counter. "You didn't even hang out with us, and you were gone this whole week."

There was a tightness in Jungkook's chest after hearing Jimin's comment. "I was working, and you guys practically took over my apartment…and I came back to grab some things."

"Yeah, then went straight back to your girlfriend's…" Taehyung grumbled.

Jungkook couldn't believe what his friends were saying. He scoffed and shook his head. "You guys are ridiculous, and I can't believe you're giving me shit about hanging out with my girlfriend."

"We…don't want you to get hurt. Remember what happened with Alex?" Jimin uttered the name of the one person Jungkook hadn't heard in so long.

"She is nothing like Alex. Don't you dare compare them." Jungkook scowled at Jimin for even thinking that. "So, what are you guys saying? That I should break up with her or something?" Because he thought that was a stupid idea. Haven't they ever been in love? Doesn't dating eventually lead to marriage? He didn't understand what the fuss was about. It's not like he was proposing to you tomorrow.

Jimin squeezed Jungkook's shoulder. "Dude--calm down, that's not what I meant."

"I'm just saying…you're still young, you should go out there and experience the world…or…other women." Taehyung practically whispered the last part, then curled away from him in case Jungkook wanted to knock him out.

Jungkook glanced at Jimin to see if he thought the same thing. "Wow... un-fucking-believable...you think the same thing?"

Jimin stood there silently…looking at the pile of dishes they left in Jungkook's sink. Whoops…

"Of all people, I thought you would understand," Jungkook was referring to Jimin, "You have a girlfriend, for fucks sake. What if I told you to leave her because you need more life experiences? Or needed to fuck other women? Hmm?"

He wanted to punch the living daylights out of the two of them, and they knew he could too. He shook his head and closed his laptop. Taehyung and Jimin stood there without words, feeling bad for saying anything. Maybe it was a stupid idea to bring it up.

"Look…we both like her…and…I think what we're trying to say is to take it slow. That's all." Jimin urged his friend, trying to reassure him, although they were failing miserably.

Jungkook got up and began searching for his keys. He was ready for his friends to leave. After a few minutes, he found his keys on the coffee table. "Take it slow? I've been in love with her for as long as I can remember, and I've been waiting practically all my life to be with her. So no, I'm not going to take it slow. It's my life and my relationship, and I love her." Fists balled up, realizing he became increasingly louder by the end of his little rant. He took a deep breath to center himself.

Taehyung bit his bottom lip and nervously tapped his feet on the floor. He didn't mean it the way it came out and was just concerned for his friend. Or maybe he's never seen Jungkook so in love that this is how he was, being head over heels for someone.

"I didn't mean to upset you. I'm sorry that I did. I love you, man...I'm happy that you're happy. You deserve it, really..." Taehyung trailed off, hoping you'd forgive him for being bold and forward about his relationship with you.

"I'm sorry too, man, you know we love you, and we'll support you no matter what," Jimin stated, walking over to his friend, holding him by the shoulders. "We just saw how bad it was with Alex, and we're just trying to look out for you."

There was an uneasiness that settled at the bottom of your stomach. What they didn't know was that you heard everything they discussed. It was hard to sleep with all the commotion, but it got you thinking, were you holding Jungkook back?

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Something behind the glass surface [ Jotaro Kujo x reader ]

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Chapter three, Invisible force

Few days have passed and Y/n didn’t see any signs of Jotaro’s existence in school. Maybe he was skipping or was he sick?

Or was he just avoiding her…? She tried not to bother herself with that since it was distracting her from the classes she had.

On one fine Thursday, her mother, after binge watching the entire seventeen seasons of Under the Morozov royal court, decided that Y/n had to get some groceries from the convenience store not so far away from their house.

The girl compiled since she got the chance to buy some snacks for herself. She grabbed one bigger tote bag from the bottom pantry in the kitchen, and she took the money her mom left on the counter (along with the list of the items she had to buy).

*On the way to the convenience store, 1.st p.o.v*

The weather was sunny and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. Perfect time to get sent out to get the groceries and go for a walk. I was greeted by a few eldery couples that lived in my street.

I inhaled the fresh air and sighed. There was no Aiko or Yamabitch in the two kilometre radius so I was good. Once I got to the convenience store I checked if I had my wallet in my jacket pocket and house keys.

I entered the almost empty store and greeted the cashier to which he greeted me back with a polite smile. “Alright let's see what mom wanted me to buy…” I murmured as I pulled out a small paper out of my jacket pocket.

Milk

Eggs

Chocolate for baking

Vanilla and baking powder

‘Mom’s gonna be baking a cake? Woohoo!’ I fist bumped the air silently as I collected the items around the store. Once I got all the items I needed, I stopped in the candy aisle.

There was so much candy here! I really couldn’t choose until I spotted Konpeito star candies! Those were my favourite! [I took a quick google search and I found these, you can check them out, they're really cute!]

I grabbed one package and headed to the cashier. While I was paying I saw a lady struggling to carry her two full bags out of the store. ‘Maybe I should help?’ I thought as I glanced at the lady one more time.

“Here you go ma’am, have a nice day!” the cashier said as he gave me the receipt and the change back. “You too!” I replied back as I stuffed the items carefully into the tote bag and put it over my shoulder.

I grabbed the candy and headed to the lady at the exit. Mom didn’t specify when I have to be home and besides, I don’t think she’ll mind if I’m not in my room all the time.

“Hello ma’am, do you need help with your bags?” I politely tapped her on the shoulder and she turned her head to me. “O-Oh, hi sweetie… Was I really that obvious?” she laughed as she turned to me.

She had shoulder length dirty blonde hair and green eyes that sparkled with joy. She was wearing a beige blouse with an white bow on the collar and a dark brown pencil skirt with simple black flats.

I panicked, “No no- I just saw that you were struggling with your bags and I didn’t want to just walk past you, because that would be so rude and I didn’t want to …” I stopped talking before I could embarrass myself any more.

‘I need to put ‘Stop embarrassing yourself to strangers’ on my to-do list A.S.A.P ’ I thought.

“Hahaha it’s okay darling! Thank you so much for helping me.” She showed me an okay sign and grinned widely.

“Again, no problem ma’am!” I said cheerfully. I grabbed the two full bags and grunted under my breath. Damn no wonder she was struggling to carry those bags.

We exited the store and she started to lead the way to her house. We talked, well, she was chatting her mouth off and I nodded at her.

She told me a few jokes but all of a sudden she stopped telling a story and turned to me. “Oh my God! How rude of me! I never asked for your name!” she gasped and covered her mouth with her hand. Her green eyes flashed with panic.

I laughed, “Oh it’s no big deal ma’am. I’m Y/n.” I extended my hand but I forgot I was holding her bags in both of them. She noticed and giggled, “I’m Holy! But you can call me Seiko. You have a really beautiful name, Y/n!” she beamed at me.

“Gee, thank you ma’am! You too have a really pretty name.” I complimented her as I blushed. Getting compliments from strangers was something I’ll never get used to.

She glanced at my right hand that was holding the bag handless and a packaging of Konpeito star candies.

“Oh my! Those are my son’s favourite candy too! He doesn't admit it though, but I can see how his eyes light up when he sees them laying on the counter..." Holy gushed as she talked.

I chuckled, "I'm glad there is somebody else who appreciates those bad boys." I shook the bag gently. This was my favourite candy ever since I could remember. I always begged my mom to buy me a package when she took me with her to the store.

We walked for a few minutes until Holy came to a halt. I wasn’t even paying attention to where we were going but when I glanced back I noticed that this was the street I always pass on my way to school. Alright, good, I wasn’t lost…

She stopped in front of a huge traditional looking mansion and turned to me. “Thank you so much for carrying the bags for me, darling!” She thanked me as she smiled. “It’s no problem, Holy!” I replied back.

Okay so do I just place the bags here and-

"JOTARO, DEAR! COME HELP ME WITH MY BAGS!" Holy cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted.

Did she just say....

Jotaro!?

My heart stopped and I sucked in my breath. ‘What the hell!? Her son is Jotaro!? I- What-’ I panicked and my heart started to beat faster.

This is going to be so fucking akward, what will he think? How do I know his mom nad why am I helping her carry her groceries-

I continued to panic until I heard footsteps nearing us from the entrance of the huge house. I didn’t even dare to turn around to look at Jotaro as I felt him stop near us.

My eyes were glued to Holy since I didn’t want to make this more weirder than it already was.

"Jotaro, dear! Just grab those bags and carry them inside. This girl was nice enough to carry them all the way here…” Holy said as she motioned me with her finger to give the bags to Jotaro.

I slowly craned my body towards Jotaro who didn’t move a muscle. I gulped and smiled awkwardly at him.

I didn’t say anything and extended my arms to him, “H-Here you go…” I murmured. He sighed and walked towards me and grabbed the bags from my hands.

His fingers glided smoothly from my hand and I fought the urge not to fall unconscious from fear. His gaze fell on the candy package in my hands and I subconsciously gripped it harder.

What I didn’t notice was that he wasn’t wearing his usual school uniform. He was wearing a plain dark grey shirt and black pants along with…

Were those bunny slippers?

My eyes widened when I noticed he was wearing a pair of fluffy white bunny slippers. I totally forgot I almost shited my pants from how scared I was a few moments ago, because this was just much more amusing.

Holy just watched the painful interaction from the side and raised an eyebrow. She opened her mouth to comment something but Jotaro spoke faster,

"You can go in, I need to talk to her," he said gruffly. Holly smiled, "Oh? Do you two know each other?" she asked curiously as she gestured to both of us with her finger.

"Yes, now go inside." Jotaro snapped and Holly laughed. "Is that so? Why don’t you invite her inside? I can make you two some tea and snacks!'' She fully turned to Jotaro, completely ignoring his rather rude remark.

I just stood there, horrified. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I must've eaten something bad and I was just hallucinating this whole thing up.

I glanced at Jotaro who shrugged his shoulders, “Whatever…” he murmured as he went up to tip his hat, but he realised he wasn’t wearing one and he only stuffed his hand in the pocket of his pants.

Holy giggled at Jotaro who only glared at the floor, “Oh, come on in Y/n! I have so much tea to choose from!” she cheered as she grabbed my hand that was holding the candy package and rushed me in the huge yard.

We stopped at the house entrance and we took off our shoes. “Here, you can take these slippers!” Holy gave me a pair of plain fluffy slippers which I took and put on.

“Before Jotaro gets here, I just want to thank you for being his friend… I know he tries hard to make friends, but he always thinks that people can understand his emotions without him expressing them. So, I’m glad you stuck around!” Holy giggled as she got behind me and basically pushed me to the kitchen.

I didn’t even get to explain what was truly going on so I just shut up, I’m sure Jotaro will explain to her when he gets inside.

The candy was still in my hand and as I sat on the table I put the package on it. I laid the tote bag with stuff I bought next to me.

“Okay just sit here, sweetie. I’ll make us some tea and I’ll bring you two snacks!” Holy said as she dashed to the kitchen.

Awesome, great! What the fuck do I do now? My mom is probably worried sick for me right now….

*3.rd p.o.v P.o.v, Mom*

M/n checked the clock and noticed her daughter still wasn’t home. What could she be doing?

“Eh, she probably ran into one of her friends on the way home and they decided to grab something to eat.” she said as she un-paused Under the Morozov royal court.

It was time to find out if Constantin will accept being in the royal family after being their servant but newly discovered son!

*At the Kujo household, Y/n, 1.st p.o.v*

Holy was making the tea and I heard footsteps getting closer and closer. ‘Okay so Jotaro decided to come inside, for a second I thought he went to grab a semi-automatic gun…’ I thought as I exhaled.

He walked towards the table and sat in front of me. We didn’t utter a single word to each other.

“So… Uh… You want some…?” I asked as I gestured towards the Konpeito star candie package. Jotaro’s eyes gleamed with joy for a short second, and if I wasn’t looking at him already I would have missed it.

“Yeah.” he replied firmly. As I reached to grab the package…

It moved towards Jotaro!?

“The fuck-” I jumped out of my chair as my eyes widened in surprise. Was he some kind of magician in free time? I glanced at Jotaro who sat completely petrified. He coughed a few times and grabbed the package from across the table.

“Thanks…” Jotaro softly murmured as a few strands of hair fell over his eyes. I was still confused on what kind of supernatural activity just happened? Because I’m sure stuff around houses doesn’t have invisible legs-

Just in time I was about to question Jotaro about the whole thing, Holy entered with a tray with a tea pot and three cups. “Here you go!” she said as she poured us the steaming tea. It smelled like cinnamon and apple.

“Do say Y/n, do you go to the same class as Jotaro?” Holy questioned as she poured the tea in Jotaro’s cup, who was currently chewing the candy. “Oh no, we go to separate classes.” I answered to Holy who nodded at me.

“Hm, interesting… Do keep an eye out for my sweet JoJo, alright?” Holy cooed towards Jotaro who blushed from the embarrassment.

“Alright, that’s enough. Go watch that shit soap opera of yours and don’t bother me any more.” Jotaro sneered and Holy only laughed.

“Whatever you say, dear…” Holy grabbed her tea cup, placed it on a small plate and walked to the living room.

“Can’t believe she watches that shit show… She always fangirls over that one Dmitri guy… Can’t believe her…” Jotaro groaned and placed his face into his hands.

My eyes widened at the mention of a specific character. “Does your mom also watch Under the Morozov royal court!? My mom’s obsessed over it. But who’s mom isn't?” I laughed as I pictured my mom squealing as she watched the Russian soap opera.

Joaro uncovered his face and cracked a small smile, “Your mom too? I thought mine was the only one who watched that crap…”. Wow this guy even smiled, what won’t I find out about him?

I laughed as I reached for the package of the candy, but again it moved towards me!?

“Okay what the hell!?” I exclaimed as I looked at Jotaro who looked at me with a weirded out expression. “What do you mean, what the hell?” He questioned me as if I was crazy or something.

“T-The package just moved on itself!” I pointed to the candy pack which was lying motionlessly on the table. Jotaro looked at me like I was crazy, had foam coming from my mouth and I had just grown three heads.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He simply replied as he grabbed more candy from the pack. I looked at him in disbelief, “N-No you don’t get it I’m not making this shit up! The pack literally moved towards me!” I exclaimed but Jotaro didn’t even bat an eye.

Was I truly just seeing things?

I sighed as I composed my posture. I won’t forget this but maybe I was just seeing things. I glanced at the pack of candy and grabbed a few and popped them in my mouth. We stayed like this until the whole pack was empty.

We didn’t say a word to each other, only a few occasional glancess. And as if she was summoned, Holy appeared by the table and smiled.

“I still can’t believe my baby boy finlay has a friend over!” she gushed as she wiped an actual tear from the corner of her eye.

Jotaro groaned and I laughed. “Mom, don’t even start…” Jotaro gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. Now that he wasn’t wearing his gakuran I could see his well defined muscles.

I mean… Now I see why Aiko and Yamabitch (and many more…) wanted to work with him in the first place. I slightly blushed and glanced away before he could catch me looking at him.

“You know sweetie, why don’t you ask Y/n to work with you on that biology project? As you told me, working in pairs isn’t forbidden…” Holy suggested as she side eyed Jotaro. His eyes widened and he coughed, “U-Um, whatever…” he looked away from us.

Holy turned to me, “I mean as long as it’s alright with you, dear.”. I nodded my head slightly, “Oh, it’s no problem Mrs. Kujo…” I replied as I glanced at Jotaro and he was probably having a mental battle with himself in his head.

“I’ll leave you two alone now…” Holy giggled as she walked away with her empty cup of tea.

“Erm- So… you know that one new aquarium that opened a few streets away-” Jotaro raised his head and fully looked at me, “The Sea Life Aquarium?”.

“Yes that one! My mom told me there will be a dolphin performance next week… And we can even pet the dolphins! I just need to find the poster so I can find the exact time and date…” I trailed off as I looked at him.

His eyes sparkled after hearing what I said and he looked like he wanted to say something but he just nodded and sighed.

“Alright, you know where you can find me at school.” he said as he got up and grabbed the empty candy package and crumbled it up.

I looked at the clock and I noticed that I was gone for one and half hours?! Mom is probably at the police station filing my missing report.

“Oh jeez, my mom is probably worried for me by now… I should be going now.” I said to Jotaro who hesitantly nodded. I grabbed my tote bag with stuff and sighed.

“Oh, you’re leaving Y/n? Jotaro dear, can you escort her to the entrance?” Holy appeared from the kitchen.

Jotaro nodded and walked towards me, “Let’s go…”. I walked to the doors and took off my fluffy slippers. I noticed Jotaro still wearing his bunny ones and I giggled, “Cute slippers you have, Jotaro…”.

Jotaro glared at me, but not that glare that meant ‘I will kill you in a matter of seconds’ but a much joking one warning me not to joke about his cute slippers anymore. I put on my shoes and we walked out.

It was still warm and the sun was beginning to set down, illuminating the sky and the clouds in a beautiful pink and orange hue.

We stayed quiet as we walked to the entrance of his yard. I turned to him to say something but I immediately closed my mouth.

He wasn’t looking at me, rather at the pink and orange clouds in the sky. His face was illuminated by the orange glow of the sun and his eyes sparkled from the shine.

I never really had the chance to see his features this close up. Not that it was in my interest even looking in his direction a few weeks ago…

He had striking aquamarine eyes that could be easily mistaken for a pair of gemstones.

‘Y/n what are you thinking!? You are supposed to be thinking of an excuse you are going to tell your mom as to why you were gone for so long! And not how pretty eyes Jotaro has!’ I scolded myself and I could feel my cheeks burn from my thoughts.

He turned his head to me and sighed, “Alright, when you find the poster you can bring it to me so we can figure out when the dolphin show will be…” he explained as a few hair strands fell over his eyes.

Hm, this look was a bit unusual since he always wore his signature hat. Jotaro could really let his hair free from that hat once in a while…

“Okay! I think I noticed a few on my way here so I'll just tear one down… Not like anybody is going to notice anyway.” I said as I re-adjusted my bag on my shoulder.

“See you at school then Jotaro.” I waved at him but as I tried to turn around a sudden force pushed me towards him.

I closed my eyes waiting for the impact of the stone pavement to meet my face… But it never came. Instead of rocks meeting my face, I was met with a pair of arms holding me tightly.

I opened my eyes and I was met with the cotton material of a dark grey shirt. I slowly craned my head up only to see Jotaro’s widened eyes and blushing cheeks. I myself probably looked the same, if not worse.

“Uh- Erm-” I sputtered out noncoherent words and Jotaro just stood there petrified. I couldn’t move my arms because he had his arms wrapped around them.

Jotaro came back to reality and quickly un-wrapped his arms from me. “Urm, yes, s-see you at school too-” he murmured and he speeded away back into his house without a second glance. I stood there for a few moments processing what in the fuck just happened.

I certainly didn’t trip on thin air, something pushed me towards him, but what? His house must be haunted or something…?

But what kind of ghost passes you candy? You know what, I have time to think about this when I get home.

I nodded in agreement with my thoughts and started to walk away from his house, but not before glancing at his house for one last time.

As I was walking on the way to my house I noticed a poster of the aquarium that I agreed to bring Jotaro the next day at school. I looked around and there weren’t any people so I just tore it down and folded it into a small square.

I quickly got home and walked inside my house. “Mom! I’m so sorry-” I entered the living room only to see mom fast asleep on the couch.

“Oh…” I whispered to myself. I grabbed a blanket and covered her with it. “I’ll explain myself in the morning…” I said as I turned off the TV and went to the kitchen.

I placed every item in its designated place and I put the tote bag back in the pantry. Once I was done I went to my room and changed into my pyjamas. The sun finally set and now my room was illuminated by my nightstand lamp.

I grabbed my favourite manga and started to read. This went on for half an hour but my thoughts went back to the incident with Jotaro in front of his house. I furiously blushed and slammed the manga in my face.

I remembered he smelled like a fresh fabric softener and a hint of cigarette (as expected).

The embrace, even if it was only to prevent me from falling, was surprisingly warm… For a second I felt like I didn’t want him to let go…

‘Wait, why was I even wanting him to not let go? Am I even hearing my own thoughts?’ I groaned as I removed the manga on the nightstand. I turned around and smothered my face against my pillow.

Surely I’m not going crazy… Right?

*At Kujo household, 3rd p.o.v*

Jotaro slammed the doors of his room and grabbed his hair. “Star Platinum what the fuck!? Why did you do that shit for?” Jotaro exclaimed as his stand appeared in front of him with an innocent confused face.

“Ora?” Star Platinum asked as he put a finger on his chin. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. Why did you do that shit with the candy and don’t get me started on the crap you pulled outside.” Jotaro raged at his stand.

Star Platinum had enough of his users' bullshit and flicked his forehead. “Ow- What the fuck-” Jotaro began as Star Platinum shook his head.

“Ora ora.” Star Platinum said and Jotaro’s eyes widened, “What do you mean, ‘I’m doing you a favour’ ?! The only thing you’re doing here is making her more afraid of me than she already is!”.

Star Platinum shook his head and explained in more Ora oras. Jotaro blushed but quickly composed himself.

His own stand was making fun of him right now. How unbelievable! “I’ve had enough. You- Disappear-” Jotaro closed his eyes but Star Platinum didn’t manifest away.

Jotaro ignored the blabbering of his stand and laid on his bed. Jotaro closed his eyes and sighed.

The images of Y/n in his arms flashed in his head and a slight blush appeared on his cheeks. To be fair… He liked the colour of her cheeks when she blushed…

“Ora ora~” Star Platinum sang as he made kissing noises to mock Jotaro. He groaned and threw his pillow which Star Platinum caught and slammed it on Jotaro’s head. “Ow- You piece of shit-” Jotaro rose from his bed and once again threw his pillow on his stand.

Star Platinum laughed as he once again struck Jotaro with his own pillow. After a few minutes, they both stopped and collected themselves.

“Don’t you even dare to do that shit in front of mom or anybody, am I clear?” Jotaro threatened to his stand and Star Platinum shrugged his shoulders with a smirk.

“Whatever, I’m going to sleep. I don’t have energy to argue with you anymore…” Jotaro said as he went to brush his teeth and dressed in his pyjamas.

He went to his bed and laid on his back. But this time without rude interruptions of his annoying stand.

His mind once again wandered back to Y/n. Jotaro fought a small smile that was forming on his face as he thought of the upcoming aquarium visit with her.

That is, if she wasn’t scared to even approach him after today. But deep inside, he hoped she would agree to go with him to the aquarium…

Maybe, just maybe this project won’t be as bland as he thought it would be…

#Yn #Y/n #jotaro x reader #jojo bizarre adventure #x reader #jotaro kujo x reader #jotaro kujo #jjba part 3 #Jjba #Fluff #Angst #joseph joestar #Old Joseph Joestar #Star Platinum #Stands #stand user #Post stardust crusaders #holy kujo

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mikasa-imadebiscults · 1 year

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Hey I saw you do match ups ? Could i possibly get one for JJK and MHA?? I’m 5’9, and a Leo, ENFJ, Ravenclaw, and 4w3. I’m relatively tan having spent most of my summer working outside as a camp counselor, and I have dyed ginger hair that has grown out exposing my brunette roots. I have blue green eyes depending on the lighting I’m in, and a birth mark on my cheek. I’m your classic ambivert and I love a good party, or girls day, but when I’m don’t I need my me time , consisting of Gilmore girls and junk food marathon, before even considering rejoining society. I’m a gym gremlin and get in when I can just because I want to stay relatively active and in shape. I have a couple old sports injuries that I got in stupid ways and a couple of scars to prove it. I live music too and find it hard to do mundane task now adays without the hum of something on the background, and my taste in music is pretty versatile ranging from Tyler the creator to AC/DC but I love it all none the less. I’m going to school to pursue teaching and teach soccer to young kids at the moment and am loving it!! Thank you for your time

(HELLOOOO, I hope you enjoy this and have a great day!!)

I match you with..

Taishiro Toyomitsu

- He loves your eyes and how they change depending on the lighting. He compliments them often.

- If you are comfortable with it he likes to trace your scars and birthmark to physically show his love for them.

- He admires your want to stay active and helps you work out and make challenges for you to do to get stronger. He’ll make you some homemade protein shakes for you to work out.

- He gives you tips and advice on how to teach, he has some experience in teaching because he teaches Kirishima and Tamaki about being a Pro Hero.

- His music taste is the basically same as yours but he just doesn’t listen to music very often, unless it’s the holidays. He doesn’t mind music though unless it’s very loud and he’s trying to sleep.

- He loves to have you next to him while binge watching your favorite shows.

Gojo Satoru

- He thinks your eyes are beautiful so he’ll gift you a blindfold like his so you guys can match (idek if that makes sense)

- When he is cuddling you he likes to hold your waist while resting your cheek on his cheek.

- Will be on the sidelines cheering you on whenever you’re training. He’ll say things like “You see those old scars you have from sports? That’s cause you’re not trying hard enough.” He’ll say that in a very joking way though.

- When he’s bragging about how great you are to his students and brings up about you wanting to teach kids about Soccer, Itadori would want to learn in his spare time. Gojo would bring some drinks and watch as you teach Itadori how to play Soccer.

- He’ll gift you the most expensive, comfortable, and high quality headphones if you would like.

- He’s a party animal, whenever he hosts the party EVERYTHING you can think of is there at that party.

Masterlist

#mha matchups #mha headcanons #mha hcs #mha x reader #mha x y/n #taishiro toyomitsu #mha taishiro #taishiro x reader #jjk matchups #jjk headcanons #jjk hcs #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo x y/n

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enam3l · 2 years

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hi mona! i’ve read a few of your pieces before and loved them (specifically eddie hates tommy lee & three fucking weeks) but i’ve spent a few days now bingeing your rockstar!eddie masterlist and omfg… i’m so in love with what you write and how you write it. i think you’ve managed to portray eddie so perfectly; his experiences with fame, children and obviously love seems so genuine and true to character (or at least the version i have of him in my head). the relationship between eddie and reader is perfect in my eyes. it’s made me feel incredibly lonely reading about it but honestly very few pieces have had as much of an effect on me like your work does so i do mean that as a compliment. i can’t wait to read more of what you write (i’ll get round to love, lola eventually) and if you want requests for blurbs or fics let me know because your version of eddie has just invaded my brain. amy <3

AMY!! this has just made my little heart triple in size and burst. I don't even know what to say, this is so ridiculously kind and thoughtful and means so much to me. I've loved getting notifications this week each day seeing where you've got up to on the master list 🥹

I'm so glad you love my version of Eddie! I've never done fanfic before and hadn't written fiction since I was like 16 in school. Then I watched Stranger Things for the first time last year just before S4 Pt2 and was just ??? so awestruck with Eddie's character in a way I just have never been before and I'm 24! I felt like a little kid again. I got plenty of beef with Duffer bros but they really did something with Eddie and I'm not even sure they realised what they did but regardless it was just perfect and obviously Joseph Quinn's characterisation is a big part of it.

I just felt so invested in him and found myself reading fanfic for the first time ever. Then I made the Tommy post as a joke because I didn't like everyone thinking my precious baby Eddie would like him. Then I stuck with it and it's been so fun. I think Eddie throughout the show is continually shown as someone who's always felt lost and wishing for a real family and in turn seeks out those who seem lost to give them a family. And yeah I just wanted to give him that!

Writing it has been so fun and emotional and same, it makes me sad because I kind of created a dream man and relationship. It hits hard because Eddie is so in need of love and so full of it. So I write how I would want to be loved.

Love, Lola is like an alternate version of rockstar Eddie. If maybe things didn't work out so smoothly and he has to wait a little longer for his happy ending but it's okay because he will get it!

My inbox is just always open for anything related to Rockstar Eddie: requests, blurbs, prompts, questions, debates - whatever!! I have a bank of them waiting and I just go back and pick one to do every now and again when I feel ready to reveal that part of his and reader's story.

But eeep thank you so much for reading and for this beautiful message, it's made my month. I can't wait to have some time again next week to start writing again 💕🫶🥰🦝

#enam3l asks #enam3ls rockstar eddie

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softguarnere · 2 years

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hello my dear! I saw you recently started doing ship requests (huzzah!) and I was wondering (if you were willing) if you might do one for me? 💕 I'm about 5'5", I have brown hair that sometimes looks red, blue eyes, and I prefer to dress androgynously. I'm generally pretty quiet, but I have a rather sarcastic sense of humor that comes out often around my friends. I love the feeling of loving something (or someone) and I am fiercely dedicated to my friends. At my core, I am a storyteller and I love writing, music, theatre, and all other sorts of creative endeavors. I'm currently majoring in creative writing and hope to make a living as a historical fiction author. Oh, and I love to sing (especially musical theater)! Thank you!

(Also—as soon as I can find the time I'm about to binge your fics masterlist and I'm very excited about it 🥰)

Hey love! Of course I'll do one for you 😊and omg, hearing that someone wants to binge-read my fics is SUCH a compliment -- you made my day 🥺

I ship you with . . .

Shifty Powers!

I'm not gonna lie, I get a very gentle vibe from you, and I feel like this would be such a wholesome match 🥺💕very soft to think about it

When you said that you love the feeling of loving someone or something super fiercely, I knew it had to be Shifty. He loves whole-heartedly, and he would be so happy to get the same devotion in return

If you've ever wanted to steal your s/o's sweaters or have them steal yours, THIS is the pairing for that. You like taking the sweaters that smell like him, and he does the same. At this point there's basically no his and yours, the sweaters are communal

Shifty would love how into music you are. This boy could hardly carry a tune in a bucket, but he would try to sing along with you --especially with duets -- just to see you smile. And honestly, who wouldn't appreciate that kind of effort?

And if you're performing, you can expect him to be in the front row. Hell, he'll show up hours before the performance just to make sure he has a good seat to support you from

He's a wholesome boy, but he likes to joke around and play pranks. If you make a sarcastic or witty comment that catches him off guard, he's 100% a person who laughs super loud and can't stop smiling. And when Shifty is smiling, no one can resist smiling along with him

I feel like history was def one of his best subjects in school, so he loves reading your historical fiction. You know that you can always take your drafts to him to get feedback because he loves discussing the subject matter with you

He just really likes any of your stories, tbh. Especially after the war, on nights when he can't sleep. Just hold him, run your hands through his hair, and tell him a story, and suddenly he feels like he's in the safest place on earth

I hope you liked this! Thanks for the request 💕🕊️

#band of brothers ships #band of brothers x reader #shifty powers #shifty powers x reader #my writing #tumblr friends

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lovehelpmewrite · 4 years

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Hi! Thank you so much for your lengthy review of Bloody Hell! That was so sweet omg 🙈 I hope you like the other parts as well 💕💕

Hi oh my god yes of course!! Its literally so good, you've sucked me into the world of vampire fics and AU's and I'm not sure when or if I'll ever get out but for now, well... I'm gonna be binging your fics for a while 😂 and i already read ahead a few days and im l i v i n g for vampire Ben 🥵

#ask boi #fallingprincess #its honestly so hot and idk why but i live for it and im probably gonna end up annoying you with notifs #because if you think me binging your masterlist is a joke #my dude you're in for an annoying surprise #(its me im the annoying surprise)

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unfriedough · 2 years

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hii! i have a request if that's ok .

for this request you can do either a modern au just just a regular avatarverse because i believe it works both ways (though i think its way better with modern)

basically the girls of the gaang out together for a little girls night out and the guys are just hanging out together. they talk about their girls a little bit but then a storm rolls in and its HEAVY. fiance!zuko (or husband) you know starts to panic a little bit because reader isn't really answering the phone (if chosen modern au), and theirs like a pretty ugly storm. reader DOES come back eventually soaking wet/sneezing and coughing, zuko is kind of like 😟😟, and the rest of the fic is just zu taking care of soaked and cold reader and its all fluff at the end!

💗💗

‘The common cold’- Modern!Zuko x female!reader

Masterlist <3

An: HIYA! Literally, I love you. I LOVE MODERN AU’S IM SO HAPPY YOU REQUESTED!!!!!! 🫶 Side note: I’m aware it’s almost been like a month since I’ve posted, and I really don’t know what to say other than sorry! (Though, I can’t guarantee it won't happen again, school starts soon :’))

Summary:

Read request :) SET IN MODERN AU!!!

Warnings: stressed zuko tbh, super duper cheesey, pet names ig

“Last week, Suki took me bowling! It was sooo much fun!”

“Were you any good?” Aang replied, interested in Sokka’s most recent endeavours.

The boy huffed in return, hanging his head, “No, I flopped so hard, you don’t even know.” he paused, before looking back up, “What about you, what did you do?”

Aang grinned, “Katara and I spent the day indoors, bingeing her favourite show! To be completely honest, I didn’t really understand what was going on.” he frowned, before smiling as he recalled how she laughed at a joke he didn’t get, then looked at him in shock when she realised he didn’t laugh.

Aang turned to Zuko, tilting his head, waiting for him to add his own side of the story, Sokka doing the same.

“What?”

“What did you and Y/n do?” the brown haired one asked, an encouraging look on his features.

He looked between the two, getting a middle school boy sleepover vibe from the atmosphere. Alas, he didn’t mind sharing, “We had a picnic by the beach.”

“Was it romantic?” Aang asked.

Zuko blinked twice in his direction - what else would it be?

“What do you think?”

“I’ll take that as a yes…” he rubbed his neck sheepishly.

“Anything else?” Sokka asked, feeling like he ended the conversation too fast.

Well, there were plenty of other things you did! You baked a few recipes you’d seen online, struggling to follow the complex instructions, causing a messy end result, but two very proud individuals. Zuko recalls lecturing you after you had some of the raw batter, and you simply wiped some off of the spoon and onto his nose - your husband wasn't very amused. You also made him take a few quizzes online, ranging from which (Favourite game) character are you, to what’s your love language, to ‘create a desert and we’ll tell you what kind of spouse you’re looking for!’. He was highly sceptical of the last one. By the end of that session, you had established that zuko was an introverted-triple chocolate fudge cookie-alien with no favourite colour - he was 99% sure that was inaccurate. Although, his favourite was when you two dressed in your most fanciest outfits, and danced around the house, bodies rhythmic and in sync, despite no music playing. Only sounds coming from the gentle hums leaving your body, content from being held by your lover. He wished that moment never ended, he wasn’t exactly sure how to tell you that a thought you had on a whim is now his go-to romantic activity. Maybe it was the silliness of it all, every new day punctuated with weird games and jokes. He was a fan though.

Sokka nodded, deciding not to push the man’s limits, and turned on the large tv. The movie playing was nothing more than a low budget horror film - if you could even refer to it as that. The CGI was poorly conducted, and the story line was nonsensical. Aang and Sokka enjoyed it though, ‘the tackier, the better’ - their words, not his. Just as the three relaxed into their seats on the large sofa, a loud jumpscare came up, the villain flashing onto the screen along with a horrible screech. It wouldn't have been that scary, if it weren’t for the sudden bolt of lighting striking the nearby ground. The younger two jumped, screaming, grabbing onto anything close to them.

“What was that!” Aang yelled, looking out of the window.

“Talk about bad timing.” Sokka sighed, the storm becoming more prominent outside.

The rain stuck to the big window, the outside view becoming more blurry. Zuko’s breath hitched as he realised you were out, immediately tugging at his phone, unlocking it, and searching for your contact.

“What’re you doing?”

“Calling Y/n.”

“Oh my god.” Sokka immediately rushed to get his cellphone, Aang just as fast.

Zuko walked into your shared bedroom, picking at his fingers anxiously as he awaited the calling screen to switch from ringing to the numbers. As soon as he heard your voice he put the phone up to his ear.

“Yn where are-”

“Hi! This is Yn’s voicemail, please leave a message after the beep!”

His heart sank, and he suddenly felt light headed. Zuko didn’t cope well under stress, especially when he didn’t know where you were.

And so he called again. And again. And again... Only to get no response. On the 7th try, it stopped ringing, only calling - you had no service. He officially couldn’t reach you.

“Any luck?” the ponytailed guy said, leaning on the door frame, staring at Zuko’s back, who was now sitting on the far edge of your shared bed.

Zuko shook his head, dropping it into his hands.

Sokka rounded the frame and sat next to him, rubbing his shoulder comfortingly,

“I’m sure she’s okay, her phone probably just died,” he smiled.

“Yeah but how about Suki or Katara or Toph? All of their phones died?”

“Suki never charges her phone before leaving the house, Katara’s phone probably got waterlogged, and Toph never answers anyways.” he shrugged, masking his anxiety with false coolness.

“I guess so,” they both knew that didn’t make Zuko feel better.

Just then, Aang ran into the room, heaving, “GUYS! KATARA’S CAR JUST PULLED INTO THE DRIVEWAY!”

The boys immediately perked up, a bright smile on Sokka’s face. They sped to the door and opened it, finding you fumbling with your keys, with the three other girls behind you. Zuko’s face lit up, and he immediately engulfed you in probably the warmest hug you’ve ever felt.

“Hey,” you whispered, grinning. “I’m home,”

You knew he was probably anxious, judging by his shaky body, and furrowed brows. He had the tendency to project a face of anger when faced with fear and uncertainty. But you knew better. Zuko was just worried for you - and rightfully so.

He let you go afterwards, leaning back with his arms still on your elbows, examining the wetness on your clothes.

“What took you so long?”

“It wasn’t long at all? The storm only got worse like 5 minutes ago?”

“It definitely didn’t feel like just 5 minutes, Yn” he said sternly, almost like that of a father to his kid who played in the mud. It was cute how worried he was.

Everyone stepped into the house, not forgetting to remove their shoes by the little shoe cabinet by the door, the one you decorated with stickers on a day much like this one, muddy and rainy. The stickers have since then chipped and faded, but the memory the hold within will always be sweet. You immediately went to your room, wincing at the feelings of your wet socks against the ground, a change of clothes being your objective. Zuko joined you in the room as you stripped down, throwing you a pile of fresh pj’s and socks. As you finally felt the warmth of the newly out of the laundry outfit, another, even stronger, warmth covered you. You leaned into him, the scent of his masculine perfume flooding your senses. It was one you picked out for him, seeing as though it smelt less like a scent and more like a feeling. Like the feeling of a cold winter day being ended with a cozy sleep under the soft sheets of a cabin, far in the woods. You loved it, and so did he. It’s been the one he’d dawned for ages now, refusing to swap it out no matter what. He sighed, kissing you softly. You pushed him away, shaking your head.

“Zuko, I think I’m sick. Don’t risk it.”

“Are you sure?” He said, eyes saddened, an irresistible pout on his face.

As if on cue, you sneezed. Not once, not twice but three times in a row, only slightly quieted by your sleeve. Your husband stared in shock, before snapping out of his trance and making his way to the medicine cabinet, passing you a pill for the common cold, mumbling things incoherently all the while. Whilst you took it, he gave suki, toph and katara some clothes you kept for sleepovers with your friends, he always loved your over the top preparations. Then, back to the room he went. He helped you under the soft, warm covers, pulling up the blankets to engulf your shaking body. Definitely a cold. Zuko’s hand was placed against your forehead, warm to the touch. Definitely a cold. Then he got the thermometer, it read 37 degrees Celsius. Yeah, definitely a cold. He sighed, shutting the lights as he left the room to let you rest, check in on the other couples + Toph in the guest bedrooms. Checking up on you again, he realised you fell asleep. Zuko neared your side of the bed cautiously, careful not to disturb your sleeping form. Gently, your lover neared his face to yours, planting an ever so gentle peck on your forehead, before moving back, standing up straight again. He sighed as he walked to the kitchen, already using his mobile phone to research different soup recipes, attempting to find one that actually seemed appetising.

The boy ended up settling on a classic, and began his cooking endeavour. Sure, he wasn’t the best at it, but the effort was there. As the mixture brewed, he moved on to making a drink. Hot chocolate. The brown mixture was being stirred by the spoon as he added sugar, before topping it with three marshmallows, soft and squishy - much like how he was acting, soft and- well maybe not squishy. Moving on from the beverage, he used a ladle to scoop some of the soup into a bowl, then put the bowl onto a tray, beside the drink. He texted the group chat to let the other boys know to grab some soup for the sick if they wanted, before shutting his phone. His sole attention needed to be on you and you only. He took off his home slippers, the cheap ones you bought him as a joke - but he’d grown to love, and stepped into the room, socked feet barely making a single noise. He carefully slotted the tray on his bedside table, and slowly got into the bed, staring at you all the while. Zuko’s arm carefully stroked your covered arms, his feather light touch calling you out of your sweet dreams and into your very lightheaded reality. You groaned, shaking a bit after gaining consciousness.

“Hey love, I made you some soup.” you turned over, Zuko’s eyes staring lovingly at you.

You smiled, slowly sitting up so you could consume it. As you reached for the spoon, he pulled it back, looking at you with an eyebrow raised. “I don’t even want you to move a muscle.” you rolled your eyes, and he fed you a spoon full of the soup, the flavours actually quite nice to the taste.

“Hm, where’d you get this?”

“Why? You don't like it?”

“No, the opposite actually,” you laughed dryly, your throat hoarse.

“Oh” he blushed a little, “I made it.”

“You’ve improved!” you giggled, “They grow up so fast!” you wiped a mock tear from your eye.

He swatted your hand away from your face, a fake angry look on his face, “No moving,”

Although, nothing could disguise the blush from the compliments. He was always a sucker for your affection. Could you blame him though?

Zuko slotted the spoon of broth into your mouth again, the hot liquid running down your throat, helping to warm it momentarily. He then leaned back, passing you the cup of hot chocolate, which he had fit into your favourite cup warmer. Your hands gently brushed his as you took the drink, a grateful smile on your features, one that warmed his nerve wrecked heart. He couldn’t help but smile back.

“Mmm,” you mumbled into the mug, “It’s so good, thank you,”

He hummed in acknowledgment, placing the half finished soup aside after you signalled you don’t want any more, before going back to his original criss-cross sitting style. He watched you gulp the drink down intently.

“Careful, it’s hot.” his voice rang as you took the final sip of the concoction.

“You’re hot,” you replied, lowering the cup from your face.

He chuckled, hiding his bashfulness with his hands, “Shut up,”

Collecting the mug from your hands, the boy popped it onto the tray on the bedside table, turning his attention back to you. A sigh left his lips as he checked your temperature, you sniffling in the process. You grabbed his hand off of your forehead, lowering it to your cheek, and pressing a gentle kiss into it.

“I’m fine Zuko, it’s just a cold,”

“Luckily. Could've been worse.”

“And how so?”

“I- uh,” he paused, “I don’t know. Just could’ve,”

“We’ll, it wasn’t. I’m here, I’m safe, and I’m with you. Nothing to worry about sweetie,”

He shrugged, anything could happen after all.

You cupped his cheeks, your cold hands causing him to scrunch his nose. You giggled at your husband’s reaction, kissing the top of his head lovingly. He stared at you with wide, adoring eyes, and you tucked a lock of his hair behind his ear.

“Thank you zuko,” you whispered to him, a grin on your face.

He tilted his head sideways, thank you for what? You understood the implication of the motion.

“For taking care of me,”

“It’s the bare minimum.”

You laughed, “it’s still sweet”

He mumbled something against your palms, something about your standards being weirdly low, before kissing your hand - an act of physical love he learned from you.

Slowly, zuko removed your arms from his face and laid you down again, pulling the blanket over your body once again. Your fever had gone down drastically now that you’ve eaten and had something warm for your throat. But you were still severely dehydrated. He pointed to the drink next to you - water obviously - and said the following: “If you get thirsty, please drink, it’s right there.”

And you nodded happily, eyes already droopy. A yawn left your mouth as you rolled over, going from a position on your back to a position facing him - on your side. You watched him through half lidded eyes get up and change out of the clothes he was in, in favor of putting on fresh pj’s. He rolled his eyes playfully as he noticed your stare, leaving the room as he tugged the shirt over his head.

The man’s socked feet made a pitter patter type noise as he traversed the hall which housed the rooms your friends were staying in, making sure they were cozy and situated, and alerting them of the different toiletries and essentials you had stocked for this occasion. He gave the men some of his spare pajamas, before leaving to head back to you, a good night leaving his lips as he does. He yawned as he entered the room again, slipping under the sheets next to you. Zuko watched your chest rise and fall with each breath, reminding himself that you were here, and you were safe. Though, he couldn’t sleep. Not one bit. His body was tired, but sleep wasn’t coming to him. For the simple reason that you weren’t by his side, snuggled up against him. He knew you would yell at him if he cuddled up with you, he would get sick after all. But what’s a little cold gonna do? Careful not to wake you up, he scooted closer, wrapping an arm around you. Your body gladly accepted the invitation, spreading your arms over his waist, and your head onto his shoulder. Content, he sighed, a smile playing on his lips, knowing this is the calm before the storm - the storm being the lecture he was bound to hear first thing in the morning. ‘Zuko you could’ve gotten sick!’ He laughed at the thought, your angry face being far too cute for anyone to ever be threatened. His thoughts wandered, mostly circulating around you, before his eyes fell heavy, and his breathing got deeper, his mind lulling into a soft, sleepy trance.

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Pairing: Ace Merrill x Chambers!Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Notes: I’ve been sick lately, so you know ya girls been binging all her favorite comfort movies. Every time I watch Stand By Me I think to myself ‘I need to write for Ace; the love of my life.’ And now here we are.

This uh...this got kind of heavy for a minute there. It's angsty that's for sure, but I mean we get some good fluff at the end? So...yay?

Let me know if you’re interested in any more Ace fics! ❤️

Warnings: Mentions of abuse

"That’s enough Ace!” You yell as you run across the street. “Let him go!”

Ace Merrill, local gang leader and world-class jerk, was currently pinning your little brother to the ground.

“Aw, how sweet--is big sister here to rescue you?” Ace taunts your brother as he holds a lit cigarette up to his face.

“Beat it y/n; this is none of your business.” Richie, your older brother, says as you approach.

“Of course it's my business when your friend is threatening our little brother!" You snap. "Now get off him Ace! I'm not kidding around here." You warn, looking down at the blonde. He smirks.

"Oh yeah?” He says, standing up to look you in the eyes. “You gonna do something about it sweetheart?" You stare him down as Chris, now free, jumps up and goes to stand by his friend Gordie. Ace smirks as you glare at him, and you roll your eyes as you turn to your brother, checking him over for any injuries.

"You okay?" You ask, hand going up to push back the wisps of hair on his forehead as you look over his face for any cuts or burns. He quickly pushes your hand away.

"I'm fine y/n, stop fussing." Chris says, though there isn’t much fight in it. You sigh as you look down at him, looking far more mature and world-weary than any 12 year old should. Your concern for you brother ebbed, it was quickly replaced with a tide of anger. You put your hands on your hips as you turn to Ace and Ritchie.

“Uh oh Eyeball--I think she’s mad at us.” Ace jokes as Ritchie laughs. You scowl.

“What’s wrong with the two of you, huh? Do you get off on picking on a couple kids that can’t fight back or what?” You ask as you scowl at them.

“Listen Y/N, my friend here was only politely askin’ Chris to take back an insult he so rudely threw Ace's way. That’s all.” Richie replied, smirking as he places his arm on Ace’s shoulder.

“You know you should really teach that brother of yours some manners y/n.” Ace adds with a smirk.

“That’s bullshit!” Chris says behind you, and you turned to look at him. “I called him an asshole because he stole Gordie’s hat!” You turn back around and see the hat in question, now sitting on top of Ritchie’s curly head. “Gordie’s brother gave him that hat! They can't have it!” Chris adds, and your frown deepens. Everyone knew what happened to Dennis Lachance; that hat probably meant a lot to his little brother.

“Eyeball, did you see me steal anything?” Ace asks Richie with a smirk.

“No way Ace--the kid gave it to you.” Ritchie responds.

“That’s a lie!” Gordie yells as he stares daggers at Ace.

“This is ridiculous; just give the hat back Ritchie.” You say as you move to take the hat off your bother’s head. Ace snatches it before you have the chance.

“Now hold on a minute,” Ace says as he holds the hat up just above your reach. “The kid gave me this hat--it’s mine, fair and square.”

“Stop fooling around and just give me the hat Ace.” You say as you jump up to snatch it from his hand. He moves it away from you at the last second as he smiles. He leans forward, invading your space.

“What’ll you give me for it?” He asks, looking you over with his icy blue eyes. You glare back at him.

“You know damn well I don’t have anything to give you.” You say, annoyed beyond the point of caring about manners.

“Oh--hardly ladylike of you y/n, cursing at me like that.” Ace replies sarcastically.

“Shut up and just tell me what you want.” You shoot back. He laughs.

“Feisty as always I see.” He smiles. “I like that.” He holds the hat out to you. “Go out with me tonight and you can have it.” The two of you stare each other down, while Ritchie looks over at his friend in surprise.

“Hey come on Ace--that’s gross man, she’s my sister!" Ritchie says, looking horrified at the idea.

“Don’t do it y/n--who knows what he’ll do to you.” Chris pleads behind you. You and Ace ignore them as you glare at him and he stares back with a crooked grin on his face.

“Fine.” You agree.

“Y/N!” Chris exclaims in shock. Ace's smile widens with satisfaction.

“But you give Gordie his hat back now.” You add.

“If I give the kid the hat now, how will I know you’ll hold up your end of the deal?” Ace asks.

“Unlike some people, I’m not a liar.” You say. He stares back at you, before laughing.

“Alright, deal.” He says, offering you the hat which you quickly grab from his hand. “I’ll pick you up at 8.” He says as he turns to walk away; Ritchie looking between you and Ace before he runs off to join his friend.

You glare at their retreating backs until they turn the corner. You turn to Chris and Gordie, both of them looking at you mournfully. You smile at them, offering the hat to Gordie.

“Here, I think this is yours.” He looks down as he takes the hat from you.

“You didn’t have to do that.” He says as he hugs the hat close to his chest.

“You know usually, when someone does something nice for you, you thank them.” You say, smiling as you lightly ruffle his hair.

“R-right. Sorry--I mean, thank you.” He says, putting the hat back on his head with a small smile.

“What were you thinking y/n?” Chris cuts in, clearly upset. “You know what that asshole could do to you?” He asks, looking at you with concern. You just smile back.

“You don’t have to try and protect me Chris--I’m the big sister, remember?” You remind him. “Listen, don’t worry about Ace; I can handle him.”

“But--!” He tries to argue.

“That’s enough now.” You cut him off. “I’m a Chambers--we’re made of tougher stuff, right?” He sighs, looking at the ground.

“Yeah.” He agrees, before lifting his head. “Just promise me you’ll be careful.” You laugh.

“I promise.” You say. “Now, it looks like you two have somewhere to be.” You say, eyeing their sleeping bags. “Go have fun, and don’t worry so much.”

You watch them leave as Chris waves back at you. You return the wave, watching them until they were out of sight. The boys no longer visible, you let out a long sigh.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, wondering just exactly what you’d gotten yourself into, before turning on your heels and heading for home.

It was all well and good to say you that you’d be fine--it was another thing entirely to actually back that up. You'd know Ace for a long time, and while you didn't think he would do anything to you, there was always that lingering chance you were wrong.

That evening you lie to your parents and say you’re going with a friend to the movies, before leaving to wait a little ways down the road. You didn’t even want to think about what your dad would do if he found out you were going out with a boy--especially one like Ace.

While you're thinking about the potential consequences of getting caught in a lie while also being out with a boy, the boy in question pulls up next to you on the street. Surprisingly, he's on time.

“So excited you couldn’t even wait inside, huh y/n?” He asks with a smile. You roll your eyes.

“Cute.” You reply sarcastically as you get in the passengers seat. “You know my dad; he would kill us both if he saw me leaving with you.”

“He could try.” Ace jokes, though you had a feeling it was said more genuinely than he let on.

“Let’s just go before anyone sees us.” You reply.

“Yes ma’am.” He says, driving off into the night.

Neither of you say much on your way to the diner. Your thoughts drifted between how much trouble you’d be in if Ace didn't get you back at a decent time, and thoughts of Ace himself. You’d know him for a long time--before he was Ace. Back then he was just John; the troubled kid from school your brother palled around with.

You were younger than Chris is now when you'd first met him. You were shy as a child, and you didn't understand why people treated you differently. Now you know of course--everyone knew the Chambers were a bad family. So there's no way your deadbeat dad could raise anything but deadbeat kids. The three of you were bad seeds going nowhere fast. As far as Castle Rock was concerned, you were all no good.

Since good mothers didn't like their kids hanging around with anyone from the Chambers family, you never did have many friends growing up. Instead, you followed Ritchie around like a duckling; despite his constant complaints about it.

And that's how you met Ace. He and your brother constantly picked on you or would leave you behind when they ran off to play, but you didn't care. You would take anything over being alone. And sometimes, in those rare moments when you and Ace were left alone together, you saw a different side of him. When he wasn't trying to act out for his friends, when he wasn't showing off or acting tough. He was almost vulnerable then, a bit unsure of himself, and more than anything you remember how sometimes, he could even be kind.

The moments were always so few and far between that every time it surprised you; that he could be nice to someone, and that the someone was always you. You wondered sometimes if anyone else had ever seen that side of him, or if those fleeting moments of sweetness were reserved just for you.

Now more than ever you wondered if that side of him was still buried somewhere inside him, or if he'd let it die along with his name--strangled down deep in the darkness of his heart.

You pull into the diner, the lights from it's neon sign washing the parking lot in a soft, red glow. Ace parks his convertible and a carhop quickly comes out to take your orders before hurrying back inside. Ace pulls out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from the top pocket of his shirt as you turn to him.

"Okay, what's your game?" You ask point blank.

"What do you mean?" He asks back, pulling a cigarette from the pack and placing it lightly between his lips before putting the pack away. He lights it, quickly snapping the lighter shut as he takes a long drag.

"I mean, what are you trying to accomplish from all this?" You throw your arms out to vaguely gesturing around you. "Because if you think you'll be getting anything from me tonight you've got another thing coming." Ace throws his head back as he laughs, the cigarette glowing faintly between his fingers.

"I'm serious--I know you Ace Merrill, and I know when you're going with a girl you're only after one thing." You say as you look over at his profile. He takes another puff from his cigarette, slowly blowing out a cloud of smoke. He smiles at you as he ashes over the side of the car.

"Well damn, it sounds like you got me all figured out sweetheart." He says, smirking as he turns his head to look at you. "And yet you still agreed to come out with me tonight, so what do you know about that?" You scowl.

"I was coerced and you know it! Like I'd willingly agree to go out with you." You huff, crossing your arms as you slide down in your seat.

"Ouch--that's not a very nice thing to say y/n." He says sarcastically, still smiling.

"As if you have any room to talk." You snap back. "You're a jerk to everyone you meet."

"Funny, I don't recall ever being a jerk to you." He responds. You open your mouth to argue, then stop.

When was the last time he'd actually been mean to you? Had he ever, really? Sure, there was his general abrasive attitude and his sarcastic jokes--but had he ever, genuinely said something meant to hurt you?

"See, you can't think of anything. Admit it, I have always been good to you." He says, a triumph grin on his face.

"Good might be an exaggeration--and anyway that hardly matters. You not being a total jerk to one person doesn't change the fact that you're a bully to everyone else." You counter, sitting up as you speak. "I mean, just look at how you were treating my brother today!"

"Listen, the kid's gotta learn sometime how harsh life is; I'm doing him a favor teaching him how the world works." He says, flicking the butt of his cigarette out into the parking lot.

"A favor?" You repeat. "All you're doing is making life harder for a good kid who already has it hard enough." You slump back down as you sigh, looking down at the dashboard. "Trust me, he doesn't need a lesson about how hard life can be." You say more to yourself than to him.

Ace eyes you from the driver's seat, but before he can say anything the food arrives and the moment passes.

You eat your burgers and fries, talking about nothing in particular. Ace is his usual, rough self, but you grow a little more comfortable as you talk. Mostly you bicker back and forth, the whole conversation one small argument after another. Still, it wasn't an uncomfortable atmosphere to be in.

You talked to Ace less now than you did as kids, but you fell back into step like you still spent everyday together. His usual goading and pestering, and in return your typical annoyed response. Maybe you seemed like you weren't enjoying the conversation, but in truth you didn't mind. If anything, as much as you would hate to admit it, you almost missed talking to him like this. Not worrying about his gang or your brother or whatever anyone else thought about it.

Just two old friends talking like they'd never lost touch in the first place--though you'd sooner swallow your own tongue than say any of that to his face.

After you finished eating Ace told you he wanted to take you somewhere. You were a little worried about the time--or where in God's name he was planning on taking you--but it's not like you really had a say in the matter. Ace pulled out of the diner and headed out of town without a word of input from you. He soon turned on a country road that started to go up, and before you knew it you were parked on a cliff side out in the wilderness. From your spot above the world, you could see the lights of Castle Rock surrounded by a blanket of darkness.

You scowl over at Ace.

"Are you serious? I told you--"

"Just shut up and get out of the car, would ya?" He says, jumping out the side of the convertible. He moves around and grabs a small metal cooler from the floorboards behind the driver's seat. You watch him suspiciously as he heads to the front of the car, getting up to sit on the hood.

"You coming or what?" He asks, looking back at you as he sets the cooler down.

"Fine--but you better not try anything funny." You warn, getting out of the car. You hop up on top of the hood, cautiously sliding up to the back. You pull your knees up and wrapping your skirt around your legs, hugging them to your chest.

"Relax already. If I was gonna try something I would've done it in the car." He tells you as he opens the ice chest to grab a beer. He pulls out a Swiss Army knife and opens it up, using the bottle opener to pop the top off the bottle. He offers it to you, and--after a moment of contemplation--you slowly take it. He quickly works on getting himself one as you take a sip.

He takes a swig of his beer as he looked out over the scenery in front of you. It was a nice view. The two of you sat for awhile, just silently enjoying the scenery while you drank.

"Nice view, huh?" He says absently after a long while.

"Yeah, it is."

"Reminds me just how small this town really is." He takes another drink from his beer as he talks. "Can you picture being somewhere like New York City? You could go all the way up in the tallest skyscraper they got and look out, and you would still never see the end of it. Can you imagine living somewhere that big? Where no one knows you?" He asks.

"No, I can't." You answer honestly.

"There's trains that can take you further and faster than any car, boats that can take you around the world, and now they got planes that can fly you through the sky." He takes another drink. "All that, and I'm still gonna die in this shit town." He says, looking out over the lights of Castle Rock with contempt. You look over at him, staring quietly at his handsome face. You knew what he meant, how he felt. You felt it too.

"You don't have to. You could leave, go someplace else. Somewhere new." You say. He laughs through his nose.

"Yeah, go where?" He asks.

"Anywhere." You reply. He smiles, though there's no humor in it.

"Let's be real y/n; some people just weren't meant to leave." He finishes his beer as he smirks. "We both know the only way I'm getting out is behind six feet of concrete or laying six feet under--whichever comes first." He throws his bottle hard, and it disappears over the side of the rocks down into the trees.

You had never heard him be so introspective before. Then again, you felt similar. You were sure a lot of kids from Castle Rock did, but none of you talked about it so openly like this.

"Things don't have to be that way." You say quietly. "You could change--try to be better." He laughs.

"Yeah, sure. I'll get right on that." He replies sarcastically.

"You could!" You say with more force. "I have!" You say, turning away. "I mean, I'm trying." You say, sighing. You take a long, full drink of your beer, tossing the bottle out into the darkness.

"You think I want to be stuck here forever? Just to end up like my mom? Married to some piece of shit who beats me when he's angry, and he's always angry." You start to tear up, but you keep going; your eyes looking down at you knees. "Too afraid to leave, too afraid to stop him from taking it out on our kids. Always afraid, always hurting--miserable until the day I die. And then I still won't escape because they'll bury me in the dirt of this town where I'll be trapped forever, and a tombstone will be all that's left of me. The only reminder that I lived and died here--and for what?"

There were tears running down your face, which you quickly whipped away with the back of your sleeve. You looked back over at him, his face was a mask, hiding any hint of emotion.

"I refuse to let this place swallow me whole. I don't care what they say about my family--I'm going to be better. I'll get out of here even if it kills me, and then no one will tell me I'm no good ever again." You say with more resolve. He looks over at you for a long, quite moment, then cracks a smile.

"Listen, you point me to the assholes telling you that, and we'll just see how good they are at name-calling when they've got broken jaws." He jokes. You can't help but laugh in spite of yourself.

"You see? That's the kind of thing that's gonna get you in trouble." You reply, smiling over at him. He shrugs.

"What can I say? A tiger can't change his stripes."

"Tigers are still just cats you know. Yeah, they're big, but they're only fierce when they need to be. And just like house cats, they can also be sweet." He laughed at that.

"Yeah, just imagine me--sweet."

"You could be, if you tried." You say, smiling at him.

"Oh really? But I thought I was a jerk? Or was it a bully?." He says as he smiles over at you. You playfully punch his arm as he laughs.

"You are a jerk and a bully." You reply. "But I also know you can be nice if you really wanna be."

"Oh yeah? That's something you know, huh?" He says, leaning in a little. "And who exactly do I got to be nice to?"

"Well, you could try being nice to me." You answer.

"So, how exactly would you like me to be nice to you?" He asks, looking at you with a playful smirk.

"You could start by laying off my little brother and his friends." You say sweetly. He throws his head back as he laughs.

"Oh is that all?" He asks, looking back down at you. "And what exactly do I get if I do?"

"You're not supposed to expect a reward for being nice." You tell him. "But," You pause as you lean a little closer. "If you're nice to me, maybe I'll be nice to you." He smiles, his eyes glancing down to your lips.

"Oh, so that's how it's gonna be, huh?" He asks.

"Mhmm." You smile.

"You drive a hard bargain sweetheart, but," He leans forward. "You got yourself a deal."

You smile and close your eyes as you feel his lips meet yours. His hand moves up to cup your cheek as he deepens the kiss. Your heart was pounding like a drum in your chest and for a few, sweet moments, everything else disappeared. It was just you and Ace--no Castle Rock, no worries about the future, just the two of you together. Strange how a kiss with the right person can make you see stars, when all you saw before was the darkness.

You pull back and look at him.

"I mean it about the kids though--we're over if I find out after all this that you've still been giving them a hard time." You say. He rolls his eyes.

"Yeah I get it, I promise--now quit harping and come here." He said, pulling you to his chest as he leaned down to kiss you again.

You weren't sure what the future would look like for you or Ace; but you knew right here, right now, this is exactly where you wanted to be.

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