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📃 AS I AM CHAPTER 2 — Talk To Me

SUMMARY — You knew Kageyama Tobio since you both were in diapers, being close family 'friends'. You always wanted to befriend the quiet kid but no matter your efforts, he would never crack. When you transfer schools and meet Kageyama again, what will happen to your relationship?

PAIRING — family friend!kageyama x y/n

GENRE — fluff/crack/angst

WARNINGS — kags being a meanie

WORD COUNT — 1.7k

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You woke up the next day to your slightly annoying alarm, groaning as you stretched. You reached for your phone to snooze your alarm, yawning loudly as you opened your phone to see notifications. You checked your text messages first, seeing two unknown numbers that sent you a text.

(Sent September 23rd at 11:24 pm)

xxx-xxx-xxxx: [Hey y/n! This is Shoyo!]

[From the volleyball club!]

(Sent September 23rd at 11:28 pm)

xxx-xxx-xxxx: [Yo, this is noya!]

You smiled and responded to both of their texts before climbing out of bed, stretching your arms and legs. You grabbed your uniform to slip it on before remembering something. You haven't sent Kageyama a goodmorning text!

(Sent September 24th at 6:34 am)

Y/N: [good morning Tobio! Do you want to eat lunch together today?]

[Ill bring your favorite snacks!]

Kageyama: [can't, im busy today]

Y/N: [how about tomorrow?]

Kageyama: [busy.]

You sighed and brushed it off, thinking for a bit. You smiled, Tobio was so cool! He must be busy with something important, you thought as you dressed into your uniform. Your mom let you decide if you wanted to be driven again or walk, it was only a 15 minute walk. You knew sooner or later you'd be forced to walk so you decided to walk today.

It was chilly out of course, so you slipped on a scarf and slipped out the front door. You decided to stop at the convenience store on the way to the school, grabbing three meatbuns and purchasing them. When you continued on your walk, you noticed a familiar face.

"Hey Kageyama!" You called, causing the male to jump and look around until his eyes landed on you. His calm expression turned slightly sour, and you giggled, jogging over to him. "Good morning Tobio!" You huffed out, handing him a meat bun.

"Morning, and no thank you," he declined the meat bun, making you shrug and take a bite. "Do you always walk to school?" You ask, kicking some rocks, humming a light tune. He lightly hummed and didnt bother to look at you, making you pout. "You could give me a real answer Kageyama."

You cross your arms and notice the males ears turn slightly red and he nods. "Sorry," he mumbles and you guys arrive at the school, entering the door. You sighed lightly of relief, smiling at the slight warmth the inside of the school offered.

"Where are you going to Tobio?" You asked, turning to the male, leaning over and slapping your knee lightly. He took a glance at you and turned away, "im going to class. Bye." He walked off without another word from either of you two, and you huffed lightly.

(Sent September 24th at 6:51 am)

Y/N: [Shoyo! What does Kageyama do during lunch?]

Shoyo: [What? He doesnt do anything, what do you mean?]

Y/N: [He said he's busy today but i didnt get to ask him what he was doing :'/]

Shoyo: [Ah! Uhm.. ill ask him!]

You bit your lip and thought for a bit. You guessed maybe Hinata and Kageyama weren't as close as you thought. You stuffed your phone into your pocket and headed to your class, taking your seat behind the blonde, Tsukishima. "Hey, Tsukki," you tapped him.

"Hmm?" He hummed turning to face you. Class hasnt started yet, so you placed your plastic bag on the desk, smiling. "Want a meat bun?" His eyebrows went up before he glared at you, then nodded. You beamed at him as you handed him a bun, watching him take a bite.

"Thanks," he says and turns back to his seat. "Oh yeah, and don't call me Tsukki." He went back to working on some work that he had left to complete. You ate the last meat bun before placing the plastic bag into your backpack.

—

During lunch you decided that you would stay in the classroom, you didn't bother to go find another spot to sit or anyone to sit with. You slipped on some headphones and shuffled your favorite playlist, smiling at the tune. You ate your food that you had prepared as you doodled on some homework that you had finished.

You were so into your doodles that you almost didn't notice the freckled boy trying to get your attention. "Hello?" You looked up at him, smiling instantly at the cute boy. "W-wow, hey!" You slipped off your head phones and paused your playlist. "Im Tadashi, Tsukki's friend."

"Ah, you're from the volleyball club huh?" You smiled and took a quick bite of your food before turning your attention back to the male. He smiled and nodded his head, "yeah, you're kageyamas friend uh.. y/n?"

"Yeah, it's nice to meet you," you said and he scooted close to you. "What are you drawing?" He took a peek at your sketches and then looked back up at you, smiling. "Ah, sorry this is unrelated but– your eyes are so pretty," you giggle, cupping the males face, making him giggle as well.

"You know, you're very open," Tsukishima adds, turning around in his desk to face both you and Tadashi. You took another bite of your food and then leaned back in your desk. "Well, what's wrong with that?" You ask, smirking, "it makes it easy to talk to people and make friends."

Yamaguchi giggles a bit at your comment, but you weren't sure why. "Maybe if you were more open Tsukki, you'd have more friends," yamaguchi laughed out, causing you to also burst out in laughter. Tsukishima tried hard to act offended, but couldn't help but crack a small grin at his friends comment.

—

After school you decided to go to the gym again with Tsukishima and Yamaguchi. You walked next to Yamaguchi and you two talked and laughed on the way there. "Volleyball is pretty fun! Have you ever played?" He asked and you smiled, nodding. "My old friends from Nekoma let me play with them sometimes," you blurted, bouncing with each step at the happy memory.

"N-nekoma?!" Yamaguchi gasped, jaw dropping. You nodded, furrowing your eyebrows. "Yeah, why?" You questioned, also noticing an intrigued glance from the taller male. "You moved from Tokyo? From Nekoma High?" He asked as you guys stepped into the gym.

"Yeah, I'm from Tokyo," you smiled, you and Tadashi following Tsukishima like puppy dogs, continuing the conversation. "Y/N!" A loud voice called and you turned to see Hinata running full speed at you. He stopped on his heels, infront of you with a big smile. "Hi!" He smiled widely and bounces.

You wave a small goodbye to Tadashi and Tsukishima as they go to set up and you turn back to the orange headed male. "Whats up Hinata?" Nishinoya and Tanaka trailed after Hinata, "you dont have friends here yet right?" Tanaka asked and you tilted your head.

"Ah, well its only my second day here. I only have Kageyama but hes so grumpy and busy all the time, but I think you guys are pretty cool," you giggled, swinging one of your legs to a random tune playing in that head of yours. "Do you want to walk home with us today? We're gonna stop by the coaches store after practice," Noya spoke up, hope in his eyes.

"Of course! As long as they have meatbuns," you closed your eyes, smiling at the thought of meatbuns. "Wow, you must really like meat buns. Kageyama said that you bought some this morning," Hinata jumped up and down in place to keep his legs warm.

"Yeah, theres a convenience store nearby my house on the way here, so I had to get meatbuns!" You heard Daichi calling the boys to huddle, so you took a seat near the side of the gym near where the managers were standing. You worked on some homework, once again letting your mind wander as you doodled on the page.

You decided to take a break and went on your phone. You were mindlessly scrolling through social media for the rest of the practice, not once noticing the time that passed by until you felt quick repeated taps on your shoulder. You jumped and saw Hinatas big goofy smile in your face.

"Lets go go go!" He jumped and rushed out the door, leaving you shocked and rushing to grab your stuff before running after him. You saw Kageyama, Tsukishima and Yamaguchi waiting outside the door, watching you and hinata rush out the door. "Noya and Tanaka had to leave early so its just us!" Hinata informed you. You guys head to the store, kageyama standing on the opposite side of the group of you.

"Hey Kageyama look," you grabbed a bag of candy off one of the shelves and held it up for him to see. "You used to eat this all the time in first grade," you giggled and inspected the bag. You decided to purchase it and some meatbuns before you guys finished your walk home.

It was nice to talk to new people, new faces, but you really wanted to spend time with Kageyama.

"Kageyama, do you want my mom to give you a ride home, my house is right around the corner," you say, stuffing a meatbun in your mouth while shoulder bumping the male playfully. Hinatas expression was confused, but slightly worried. "Kageyama are you okay?"

Kageyama looks up at Hinata and nods his head "I'm fine." He said, completely ignoring what you had asked him. Thinking he was maybe being stubborn you poked his ankle with the toe of your shoe, "atleast give me an answer Tobio."

"I'll walk home by myself," he muttered and sped up his pace, leaving you behind. You slowed down until you were next to Tsukishima and continued to eat your meatbuns. "Why do you let him treat you like that?" Tsukishima asked, taking a sip of his drink.

"Like what?" You asked, staring at the blonde with a look of utter confusion, making him nod. "He just ignores you or brushes you off half the time." He states before waving at Tadashi and Hinata that turned down different roads. "He's always been like that, even since we were children, hes just stubborn."

Tsukishima scoffs lightly. "Stubborn," he repeats softly, then turns to face you. "Ill see you tomorrow shorty," he says before slipping on his headphones and taking a right, leaving you to go left. You thought about what Tsukishima said, what did he mean? Kageyamas just like that, right?

#as i am*series #kageyama x reader #kageyama tobio x reader #kageyama tobio fanfic #kageyama tobio au #haikyuu fanfic #hq fanfic #haikyuu x reader #kageyama tobio #kageyama

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oh-theatre · 4 years

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Consistent

A/n: HI HEY I WROTE FOR THE INTRUALITY BFFS AU I HOPE YOU ENJOY! Uh basically just a few things from across the au, its probs confusing so ask me questions :DD and ill answer. But ye! Let me know if you want more okay BYE IM SORRY ITS BAD ENJOY

Words: 1860

Warnings: Swearing, kissing, therapy mention

Pairings: Logicality, Demus, possible prinxiety

Summary: Just some moments from across the Intruality bffs au!

“Elevate a little higher!” Remus sings, Patton chuckles but nudges him to quiet as weird looks glance their way. Apologizing with his eyes he continues working away, Remus whispers next to him, bobbing his head to the music. “Throw a party in the-”

“Could you not?” A voice from across the room begs, a smirk hidden by a bite from Remus. Pattons blush quickly appears as he pops his head out from behind his friend. “Oh! Patton” Logan notices, both sharing a rosy tint to their cheeks.

“Just get married” Remus mumbles, pretending to focus on his math. Patton coughs, turning back to his computer, Logan scratches the back of his neck, patting away the sweat with his handkerchief. Roman bites back his own laugh but says nothing. “Play ‘Frozen two’, I wanna listen!” Remus pleads, a sweet affection as his eyes push forward.

“Its your phone and airpods?” Patton hands him the device, a giddy shuffle as Remus starts the playlist. Both instantly feel more triumphant as they continue their work. “Show yourself!” They sing together, fits of laughter as they dance. Logan once more goes to shush the pair but finds himself endeared with the boy. They had come to expect these antics, when all six had been put into the same study hall they knew chaos would ensue. Dee looked on, watching Remus butcher every last note as his own music blasted in his ears.

“Hey, broadway!” Virgil lashes, Remus turns, an innocent perk to his ears. “Maybe shut up so Dee and I can focus?” He spits, Remus obliges but only after he sticks out his tongue. Winking slyly at Dee, the more quiet. “God, hes worse than his brother” Virgil mutters, erasing roughly at the problem he had failed to do.

“Its fun V” Dee admits, his own foot matching the rhythm of his music. “Plus lets be honest, its Friday, no one is actually working” He continues his silly doodles across his homework, knowing he can finish it in two minutes. Virgil huffs but keeps quiet, the distraction too much.

“Be right back” Patton whispers, taking his laptop towards where Logan and Roman sit discussing their psychology classwork. “Can i?” He wonders, Logan hiding his excitement nods. “I had a quick question about our recipe?” Patton sits, Logan listens. “I was wondering if you wanted to tak-” He pauses as the music in his ear shifts.

‘I just had sex!’ Rings out loud, Patton's eyes grow wide quickly turning to Remus. His idle face as he conceals his giggles looking at his work. Logan tilts his head but Patton simply removes the device, recovering from his fright.

“Your question?” Logan repeats, Roman mimics his brother with his own dancing.

“I was thinking we could maybe take it a step further?” Patton proposes, knowing how anxious Logan was about his culinary abilities. “A pastry tree, we start with bigger ones on the bottom and slowly work our way up! So we can experiment and give the judges different options” He finishes, the sweetest of smiles. Logan wants to argue, find a problem but his plan worked and worked well for their grades.

“We can try” He decides, a quick grin and Patton leaves once more. Silent punishment to Remus when he returns to his seat. The class continues and ends fast, they all part to lunch, gathering in their separate areas.

~~~

“You good lego?” Roman asks as he unpacks their chairs from the locker, Logan snaps back from his distant stares into the bleak plaster. He nods taking his seat, his eyes setting upon a very hyper Remus and Patton as they prepare for their meal. “Hey Virge” Roman greets, Virgil and Dee join them, a quadrant of four chairs forms. As usual…

“What's up with nerd central?” Virgil asks, snapping in front Logans face. He shakes his head returning once more. Virgil follows his gaze however, biting back a knowing smile, Patton already sunk into his book as Remus lays his feet across the boys lap. “Ya know, I heard that they were dating” He puts out, Logan snaps his eyes, fear ridden.

“Hah! Please, Remus and Pat?” Roman laughs, sitting down with a shake. “Thats hilarious, Remus and Patton are best friends and anyway Remus has a huge crush on Dee” He adds, munching into his sandwich. Dee rolls his eyes, a soft kick to Romans knee.

“I know, just wanted to see what glasses over here would say” Virgil teases

“I assure you, I could care less about Pattons romantic status” Logan adjusts his glasses, sitting neatly eating his food. Virgil and Dee share a glance but leave it be. “We should invite them to sit with us, they are our friends” He offers, no qualms could be made. They did consider the pair friends...so what was the problem?

“Sup losers” Ethan kicks his chair into the circle, forcing his way between Roman and Dee.

Ah right…

Ethan

~~~

“Easy Remus!” Patton urges watching his friend balance atop the table trying to hang the valentines decorations. The door opens, Logan accompanied by Roman, Dee and Virgil strut in. “Remus get down” Patton asks, Roman chuckles, a sweet squeeze to Patton as the group passes them. “Tell your brother hes being an unsafe”

“Just say idiot” Roman corrects, Pattons expression changes as does Remus’s. He removes himself from the table, returning to his spot behind the desk in the library. Roman sighs, dragged away by Virgil. Patton sits next to his friend, softly kicking his friends chair.

“You're not an idiot” He assures, Remus nods, burying his head in his arms. “Ro’s your brother, its his job to make fun of you” Patton comments, Remus huffs wishing the insults wouldn't go so far. “Come on rum-rum” He hums, Remus giggles, frustrated with his resilience. “Come help me please and then we can go home, watch a movie, make snacks, build a fort” He says, laying his arms and head on Remus’s back. The idea sounds wonderful, but hes not sure hes up to it...just yet. “Oh and dont forget we have therapy today” Patton reminds, Remus groans. He knows its helpful and he gets to do it with his best friend but the idea terrifies him. “I know you dont want to...but its going to help” Patton encourages

“Fine, on one condition” Remus decides, annoyed with his friends walking eggshells around each other. Patton faces him, furrowing his brows in question. “You have to go up to Logan right now, kiss him and then ask him to be your valentine” Remus dares, Patton squeaks almost knocking over the books behind him.

“What!” Patton exclaims “You cant be serious! Youre not actually leveraging therapy over my valentines right now”

“Do it or you'll be flying solo” Remus leans forward, Pattons breath seizes as he swallows looking towards the said target. “Hmm” He sighs, wistfully looking away. Patton shuts his eyes tight but snaps.

“Fine” He barely whispers, Remus cheers pinning delighted in his chair.

“Have fun!” Remus grins watching Patton walk away, so much hesitance to him. Patton wrings his hands as he approaches the group, Logan spots him a formal smile to the boy. He stands to meet Patton halfway, Patton takes a deep breath.

“Pat-” No time, he takes Logans tie, only tugging softly as he pulls the boy into a kiss. The absolute silence that falls over the room save for Remus’s disbelief, is frozen. Pattons heart pounds until suddenly Logans melting right into the kiss.

And its perfect, its absolutely everything Patton had dreamed of

He pulls away in a frantic panic, forgetting what he was doing. Logan clears his throat, dusting himself off. Neither dared to move or speak, they simply stared in delighted confusion.

“Will you be my valentines?” Patton remembers the deal, Remus pounds hard on the desk through his exasperated laughter. “Im so sorry” He rushes, ready to turn away in his shame, feeling a soft hand take his. “Im sorry im not thinking straight” Pattons fear drips out of him, feeling the world grow silent with the simple pound of his breath.

“Ever! He's not straight!” Remus calls out, shushed by Dee.

“I would love to be your valentine” Logan replies, a soft tone just for them. Roman and Dee erupt into cheers, Virgil nods satisfied as Remus waste no time running into his friend. Embracing the petrified boy, Patton still believes he's dreaming as Remus hugs him. “And you don't have to make a deal, I would have done it regardless” Logan adds, Remus falls to the floor much to happy.

“You told him!” Patton cries, Remus can barely nod.

“He just texted me” Logan shows, Patton's face surely matched that of a tomato. “I'm glad however, it was taking too long” Logans coy expression only set Patton's heart a flutter.

“Motherfucker!” Remus stands, taking Patton from behind, the teens feeling safe in one anothers hold.

“Yes good point” Patton murmurs, Logan chuckles. One more quick peck to Pattons cheek before he returns to his friends. “I'm gonna faint”

“Do it coward, you wont” Remus dares, still nuzzling into Patton's shoulder. Patton locks eyes with Dee, tuning out the silly teases from Remus.

“Dee would you like to be Remus’s valentine?” Patton inquires, Remus falls silent. “Sucks to suck” He jokes, patting Remus as he returns to his position. Dee stands, ignoring the eyes that now watch him. Remus stutters failing to connect a coherent sentence. A hushed conversation and the pair meet in the hallway. Returning moments later, now words spoken but their interlaced fingers said enough.

Suffice to say, Patton and Remus had a very good first session.

~~~

“One cold brew for you” Remus presents as Patton approaches the locker, Logan accompanying him in the early morning. He takes it, the most grateful look upon his face, Logan yawns. “Goodest of the morns Logan” Remus smiles, Logan nods through his exhaustion

“Coffee starlight?” Patton offers, Logan moans in happiness taking the caffeinated drink. Remus laughs sitting comfortably in his chair, kicking Patton in a rhythm. The boy doesnt mind, hes used to the fidgets and it didnt hurt.

“Pickles did you do the homework?” Remus questions scrolling through his computer, Patton sets up his chair, taking his coffee from Logan. He gestures towards his own locker, Patton nods a quick kiss goodbye.

“Gonna have to be specific” Patton says, allowing Remus to lay his feet across him. Remus shows his computer screen, Patton checks the work and nods. “You got it” He assures, Remus fist pumps, shutting it happily. “Wheres Dee?” Patton wonders, going over his schedule for the day.

“He had an early test so I dropped him off, but we’re having dinner later for valentines” He smiles, Patton smirks. “Happy one year by the way” Remus celebrates

“You too” They cheer their drinks, falling casually into their conversation. The pair joke and laugh through excitement for the day, cheer and the musical. Everything felt right...for now. I mean it was senior year who knows what might happen.

At Least this, was solid and consistent.

Them

Their friendship

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dreammutual-remade · 6 years

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high school!mark

request: highschool!mark if u love me plspls

word count: 5.5k

a/n: lucky that I love u anon hehehehe !!!!! also wOW I didnt mean to make this so god damn long itS REALLY JUST THESE GOD DAMN HIGH SCHOOL AUS IM WEAK FOR THEM OKAY. look at this cutie hOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO RESIST

mark, renjun, jeno, donghyuck, jaemin, chenle, jisung

warnings: the usual intermittent cussing and probably an inappropriate joke or two

this au is my Ultimate Weakness it makes me soft as hell alright

………………….

LETS DIVE IN

okay so your mom has a job that forces your family to move around….. A LOT

and while you’ve gotten used to it for the most part it still sucks having to leave people behind and make completely new friends once every couple of years

this time you’re moving to a new school for your SENIOR YEAR and you’re livid

bc like ??? it’s senior year and you have exactly zero (0) friends since you’re new,,, yet again

you Threw A Fit when you found out but your mom was like shut up you ingrate soon you’ll be in college and won’t even have to worry about it

so you, an ingrate, shut up :/

you move in a month before school starts and the house is nice and your room is cute so that’s a plus !!!!!

you hang up some pictures and organize all your cute little trinkets you’ve collected over the years aw

you’ve even got a lil succulent garden growing on your windowsill

ITS CUTE AS HELL OKAY

alright so you’re gonna go explore around town because you , don’t know where anything is and you wanna find some good spots to hang

you take the bus into the middle of town because who tf is tryna drive themselves amirite ladies

support ur local bus driver

anywhom this isn’t a HUGE town but it’s one of those cute towns where you can pretty much walk anywhere you need to go

(god i wish that were me)

so you spend all day just, walkin

you find a library and pick up some books …….

both for decoration and reading okay

and you find a couple of restaurants and write them down to try later along with some coffee shops and whatnot

eventually you’re tired and prolly a lil sweaty bc it’s summer and you’re outside and ugh

so you find a nice big park and a tree and sit down at the base of it to read and mindlessly sketch things in the margins of your book

whEN OUT OF NOWHERE

someone shouts

“HEY WATCH OUT”

and you look up just in time to dodge a sOCCER BALL HURTLING TOWARDS YOUR FACE

it bounces off the tree and rolls a couple feet away

“uhhhh holy shit” - you

you just kind of sit there astonished for 5 seconds before you get up to get the ball and look around for who saved your LIFE

and there’s boy jogging toward you looking extremely embarrassed

you meet him halfway to hand him the ball and he’s like

“oh mY GOD i’m so sorry i told them to settle down but they never listen to me and jisung just ??? doesn’t know how to not take everything seriously and he lost and got pissed and kicked it and we didn’t even kNOW you were over here and also i’m so sorry”

you smile and tell him it’s fine and hand him the ball

you go to get back to your tree and he’s like hey uh you there uh wait up

god he’s awkward

and you turn around to face him with an expectant look

“so um, what’s your name? i haven’t seen you around here before and like in case i ever gotta make this up to you you know ??”

cute

you tell him your name and stick out your hand to shake and he grabs it very hesitantly and tells you his name is mark

he has , very warm hands and they’re only slightly bigger than yours but that’s still cUTE

MARK HAS BABY HANDS I DARE U TO SAY HE DOESNT

he says he hopes you enjoy your book and he’ll make sure the boys don’t disturb you anymore than they already have

you wave as he goes and he gives you a smile over his shoulder and his cheeks are tinged pink and wOw this boy is a cutie patootie

you go back to your reading but now instead of doodling you’re just writing his name or drawing his big doe eyes or his smooth hands

(((((let’s pretend we’re all good at drawing okay god knows i can’t do much more than a stick figure)))))

the boys leave after an hour or two and you leave pretty soon after then because the sun is setting and you gotta be home for dinner

basically your mom wants to make sure you aren’t kidnapped and/or lost in a new town

which, to be fair, is not that unlikely

you have your headphones in and you’re leaned against the bus window half asleep as you go

bitch wake up youRE GONNA MISS YOUR STOP

it’s the same bus driver who saw you get on and honestly there aren’t a lot of people on the bus so he makes sure you get off

“hey you, girl back there, hEY! this is your stop girly”

you thank him profusely and tip him because uhhhh u gotta get home and like Not Lost

you skip home with your bag of books and miscellaneous items you found at the thrift store!!!

you bought a little figurine of a dragon and she’s beautiful her name is saraphina because why not

that’s completely irrelevant i’m so sorry

i have ADHD

anywhom

you walk in and you’re all like hey momma !!! how goes it !!:3

and your mom is Sus™️ because why are you in such a good mood

and you’re like !!! cause i had a good day okay love u bye i’m going to my rOOM

don’t let her question anymore or else she’ll dig out that you met a Cute Boy

you go to your room and get out all your purchases and organize them while you still have the motivation to do so

and yeah

you use one of the blank notes to start like a lil drawing diary of sorts ???? like just to draw stuff in whenever you’re inspired or you see something pretty

and you definitely saw smth pretty today ;))))))))

hint: ITS MARK

you try to draw him from memory but it doesn’t look quite right and like :(((((( how sad is that what if you don’t even see him again

the rest of the month passes pretty quickly in the same fashion

by now you’ve befriended the bus driver and he tells you all the cool secret nooks and crannies of town for you to go find

he’s also your bff pretty much he always tells you about his daughter and all the cute things she does and you just talk about your life in general and he gives you advice

congrats you’ve unlocked Wise Uncle

he gives you directions to this teeny TINY flower shop where you befriend the old lady who works there by bringing a muffin everytime you go by

she trades you for a seasonal flower and makes a big deal out of tucking it behind your ear herself

basically you find all the cute old people in town and make them your friend because.

THATS CUTE

ADDED BONUS OF LIKE 17 PARENT FIGURES TO GIVE YOU ADVICE

this is accidentally straying into art hoe territory i hope y’all are okay w/ that

school is starting really soon and you’re nervous but also used to this so it doesn’t affect you as bad as normally

also you did meet some people so you aren’t going in with no friends but like, pretty close to no friends

on the first day of school you ride the bus and you see ???? mark ????? on your bus ????????

so you get on and do your daily greeting of the bus driver

his daughter lost her first tooth AW

you fake cry and he says “mood” and you lose it because you’re pushing internet culture onto this unsuspecting middle aged man skdkdkkd

you pat him on the shoulder as you walk back to find a seat but there are none because for some reason the bus is busy this early in the morning ????

you wouldn’t know lmao summer sleep schedule had you up at 10 at the earliest

so you go to stand and hold onto one of the poles in the center

(nearby our boy mark LEE)

mark looks up from his phone

these god damn millennials always on that damn phone

and he sees you and he’s like wHOA what’s up uhhh Soccer Ball Girl

and nice you remembered his name bUT HE DIDNT REMEMBER YOURS

but then he’s like nahhhh just kidding i remember ur name hey y/n !!!

you talk otw to school and find out you’re both seniors at the same school and how you’re excited for sports games and like, GRADUATING

mark keeps trying to offer you his seat but you refuse and he pouts everytime you say no :((((

good god just take the seat look at the sad baby boy :((((((((((((

there is an, occurrence

at one point the bus goes over a bump and you stumble a little and mark reaches up to catch you before you literally fall on him

his hands fly out and grab you by the hips to steady you since he’s sitting and you’re standing and he can’t exactly reach your shoulders sO YEA

or at least that’s his explanation in his head huehuehuehe

his hands linger for MAYBE 10 seconds before he whips them back into his pockets and blushes while you thank him

you: are also blushing

the bus driver: completely did that on purpose

when you get off the bus your Second Dad tells you good luck and pats you on the head and mark is like ???? do you know him

and you’re like yeah that’s my man maurice we’re buds

and he’s like ???? i’ve rode that bus all my life to school and i’m not buds with him wtf :/

“srry you’re not as lovable as me!! jealousy is a disease <3”

and he laughs his dorky laugh

you highkey are smiling so big because this boy is so cute and he’s walking close enough that your shoulders brush every once in a while and he has a silly laugh and AW

as you walk into the school marks group of Boys starts waving him over excitedly and he turns in their direction but then stops when he sees you aren’t following

“hey whatcha doin???”

“well uhhh those are Your Boys you know and i’m, i don’t, really, uh they don’t know me”

“aw cmon they’ll love you!!! look ill just introduce you and if they’re terrible and annoying you can leave”

“........ i gue-“

but he’s already grabbed your hand and is pulling you over to them

“sup fellas this is y/n and she just moved here this year so don’t be too overwhelming.”

the smaller one with the highish voice chimes in

“aww but overwhelming is my only setting”

“then just don’t be yourself, chenle”

“heYYY it’s that girl i almost killed in the park !!! so sorry about that by the way”

he introduces them to you one by one and they all shake your hand

jisung is the one with the big ass yaoi hands and also the one who almost ended your young life

jaemin is the one with pretty smile

jeno is the one with the squishy eyes

renjun is the Art Hoe of the group you can just tell

he’s wearing some got damn overalls you gotta befriend him immediately

donghyuck is the one with beautiful skin and a v high voice you’re highkey like hey but can you dROP THE SKINCARE ROUTINE and he’s like “i just wash my face every day xoxo :*”

you quickly learn who is a piece of shit and who isn’t

you figure out who has classes with you and then set off for the day !!

mark has gym and economics with you but those are after lunch :(((

he squeezes your shoulder before he leaves and says good luck though so you’ll survive

you have art with renjun first and this boy is your bestie already

he’s such a sarcastic shit and he too likes drawing random things and vandalizing school textbooks with artistically correct memes

he also has the AUDACITY

“so, you and mark already ;););)(;);)))”

“i uh don’t know what you mean by that”

“you SO do!!!!! you guys walked into school together everyone probably already thinks you’re a thing”

“oh shit really??? ah i feel so bad”

“is that a bad thing???”

“i mean yeah i’m not tryna Tarnish mark’s reputation”

“that is some self hatred bs he would be lucky to have you !!!!”

“renjun you don’t even know me that well yet”

“i know enOUGH”

you just uhh change the subject which renjun def notices but like

who cares

renjun apparently also goes to the same flower shop as you !!!

you find out because you see him drawing the front of it and you’re like heY i’ve been there my girl edna works there !!!!! she insist i call her grandma tho

and he’s all oh sHIT that’s my girl too !!!!!!

long story short edna is now your shared grandmother

now THAT is some uwu shit

you go about your day and it’s lunchtime and yOU uh don’t know where to sit :(

you see a girl that you met who works at the little coffee shop you like so you set off in her direction and you’re almost there when jeno and jaemin walk up and sling an arm around your shoulder from either side

“hEY BUDDY” -jeno

“SUP SQUIRT” -jaemin

and they start steering you in another direction towards their own table

“god of all nicknames you had to give me sQUIRT”

“yes it’s because you’re cute and small like squirtle”

“that’s a god damn reach if i’ve ever seen one but okay”

you get there and they practically TOSS you into the seat next to mark

he winces and gives you and apologetic pat on the back before starting the conversation

“alright so who actually did the summer reading”

as the table bursts into Absolute Ruckus you just kind of sit back and watch

mark notices you being quiet and while renjun and chenle are arm wrestling he leans over to quietly be like

“hey you doin okay over there? are they too much”

“oh not at all i’m just takin it in lmao”

“yeah that’s understandable. they’re easily the most entertaining group of people you’ll ever meet but also i’ve wanted to strangle every single one of them at least once”

“what are you 30??? you talk about them like you’re their mom”

“i mean someone’s gotta do it”

you and mark talk all throughout lunch and head to gym together since that’s next

exercising right after eating ??? sounds like a GREAT plan thanks so much public school system !!!!

you go to pull out your bag of gym clothes but ??? all you’ve got is shorts ?????

S H I T

you start whining because you’re like aWW i’m gonna get in trouble :(((((

and he’s like here i have like 12 shirts in here because i always bring too many and then leave some when i got soccer practice i gotchu

(he gives you the clean shirt that hasn’t been sitting in his locker <3333 what a guy)

you thank him proFUSELY and then go to the girls locker room to change

the shirt is too big and you don’t wanna look like a Bag so you tie a lil knot in it in the front

you don’t look like a thot tho you just look Cute As Fuck

some girl in the locker room lets you borrow a hair tie and off we go !!!

it’s the first day so everyone literally just stretches and sits around talking

you’ve hashtag LOST mark and you don’t have any friends yet so you’re just chillin talking to the girl who gave you a hair tie because she seems nice and you got nothin better to do

you’re explaining to her how to take care of a succulent /properly/ when mark catches a basketball that was headed right for you yelling a watch it !!!! over his shoulder

he turns to you and giggles a little, nudging your foot with his

“you’re just a danger magnet aren’t you”

“i mean danger is my middle name so”

“uGH get your ass over here away from all those freshman hoodlums who think they can play”

you wave bye to your friend because there’s literal fear in her eyes at the sight of mark ??

you ask her what’s wrong later and she’s like oh it’s not him i just have a crippling fear of boys

(that’s a mood)

you and mark pass a volleyball back and forth and fuck around pretty much all period

this is actually the one (1) sport he isn’t good at thank GOD you were worried he had no flaws

at the end of the class you ask him if he wants his shirt back and he says, and i quote,

“nah you and your thot knot can keep it, looks cuter on you anyways”

you smack his arm for calling you a thot but then thank him anyways for the shirt and for calling you cute :))))))))

econ passes the same way except normal clothing and no sports

although mark does throw a wadded up piece of paper on you that says u want 2 hang w the boys n me after school ? if yes then breathe if no do a backflip

this headass boy

you throw it back so it bounces off his forehead and then nod to confirm you will

you don’t have any of the boys in your last class and you don’t where to meet up so you just kind of loiter by your locker since jeno’s is pretty close to yours and maybe they’ll meet here ????

luckily jisung spots you and is like hey what r u doin here aren’t u hanging with us after school??? cmon

you follow him out to the parking lot where they’re all gathered around jeno and jaemins vehicles because apparently they’re the only ones with actual cars

rip

they start waving too excitedly when they see you and mark smiles all big

wooOOO baby boy already has a crush on you :3

they’ve apparently already decided to go to chenles house because apparently he’s fuckin loaded

you don’t believe that for a sECOND because he’s wearing crocs and an old ass polo shirt but

we’ll see

you mark and renjun ride with jaemin while the Babies ride with jeno since he is able to ignore them being crackheads in the backseat and drive his vehicle without crashing

apparently they’ve cause multiple vehicular accidents ??? possibly the reason renjun doesn’t have a car ???????

who knows

y’all have a blast in jaemins car tho playing tokyo drift from the third fast and furious movie if u haven’t heard that shit plEASE GO LISTEN WHAT A SONG HEHEHHEHHEHE

you pull into this BIG ASS house and you’re like no fucking way dude

and everyone else in the car simultaneously says

“i know right ???”

y’all pull in and go inside and it’s real nice holy SHIT

chenle comes in cackling followed closely be jisung and more sedately by jeno who looks ready to fckin die

you pat him on the shoulder and go you did well, soldier

he salutes solemnly before breaking out into the smile

y’all know the one

you UWU right there on the spot but hold yourself back from poking his cheek and cooing

chenle then SCREECHES and yells

“WHO IS TRYNA PLAY JUST DANCE”

and everyone crowds into his living room

somehow the couch is big enough to fit all of you comfortably that’s fckin impressive

you play just dance for 3 whole ass hours and now you’re Tired and Ready To Go Home

there’s a bus stop nearby and you insist upon walking since jaemin already have you a ride here and you didn’t even have gas money to give him :(((

mark goes to since you have to catch the same bus

you hum as you skip around the sidewalk and he walks behind you smiling fondly while you twirl around

he recognizes the song and whistles along and wow !!!!

Harmony™️

when you get to the stop you’re like 5 mins early

so to entertain yourselves you play rock paper scissors and each time the winner gets to flick the loser on the forehead

mark is a sweet boy so he flicks softly but you go all out

wouldn’t be surprised if he had a bruise tmrw girly u need to chill

you sit on the bus together when it arrives since there’s actually room now and he slumps down low until his head is pretty much rested on your shoulder

(our man maurice sees and is like GET IT GIRL but only so you notice and you make threatening hand motions at him)

you’re not sure if he’s asleep so you stay extra still just in case

and no one needs to know you rested your cheek on top of his head

but when it gets to your stop you’re like mark? mark lee??? mork ???? wake up ??? and you nudge him a little with your shoulder and he sits up and rubs his eyes aW

he slow blinks at you and goes

“hm?”

and you’re like i uh gotta go now

and he’s like :/// okay i’ll see you tomorrow and stands up and gives you a half hug before you go

maurice is DYING in the front you’re going to kill him

you walk home with a smile on your face and again your mom is suspicious of your good mood but you’re like aw it’s nothin just had a good day at school made lots of friends !!!!!!

as summer turns into fall you make more friends but you mostly hang out with the boys because they’re funny and nice to you and also Mark is there and we love our boy

you guys all attend football games together and go absolutely ALL OUT for whatever the theme is

for example: the theme was halloween and you all dressed as god damn SMURFS

it was legendary there was not one bit of you all that wasn’t covered in blue paint

jisung almost fought some girl who thought he was from the movie Avatar until everyone was like jisung cHILL OUT ITS NOT HER FAULT YOURE VERY TALL AND COMPLETELY BLUE

and well

can’t argue with that

it gets chillier though so you all bring blankets and cuddle most of the games

all of the boys suspiciously aren’t cold at first until you and mark share a blanket

they’re so obvious GOD

with each time y’all share you get more relaxed around each other until eventually mark has one arm slung around you and your legs are hooked over one of his thighs while y’all Snuggle

renjun waggles his eyebrows at you every five minutes and you discreetly give him the finger every time

little ASSHOLE

college applications are due like. right now

you all apply to a nice university close by as a backup/safe place and then apply to more brazy places just to see if you can get in

everyone’s been real stressed lately so you’re like !!!!! hey imma throw a friendsgiving party !!! yeehaw !!!!!!!!!

and you invite all of them over

“everyone bring smth and i’ll bake a ham or smth,,, i swear to GOD if all of you show up with store-bought pumpkin pie. i will kill you and then myself”

“what’s with you and pumpkin pie?”

“jUST. don’t”

((((srry i’m projecting my hatred of pumpkin pie onto u reader heheehehheh))))

everyone comes over and it’s really chilly so you have a fire in the fireplace and you have a couple of your gal pals over too

your mom is nice enough to leave y’all alone for the night and she’s not hurt since it’s not real thanksgiving

we stan moms

you bring out the ham and someone has brought green beans and mark ,,,, tHAT ANGEL he brought cornbread stuffing do y’all know what i’m talking abt

OOO THAT STUFF IS GOOD

and there’s sweet potatoes and apple pie and all the Thanksgiving Essentials

jisung wanted to be a dick so he brought cranberry jelly

“why don’t you have some:) cranberry preserves:) , jisung” -you, every 30 seconds

everyone sits down to eat and it’s LOUD so you’re like shut UP !!!!!!!!!!

“every1 say smth ur thankful for :3333”

“my family !!!!”

“you guys <3”

“awW BOOO” - everyone, while throwing things at jaemin

“my life !!”

“that i’m happy”

“gay” -chenle

“minecraft”

anyways no one took it seriously until it got to mark

“i’m grateful y/n moved here :))))))”

everyone goes KSKDDIDI and you blush and you’re like okay ily mark JSKKD

everyone EATS A LOT and then you go sit in a pile in the living room

you go to make hot chocolate for everyone and when you come back it’s , interesting how there’s only room for you next to mark . hm

you pass out the hot chocolate and everyone reaches Maximum Sleepytime

at this point you’re too tired to give a fuck and you just flop onto the couch next to mark and curl up into his side

he puts his arm around you to pull you close and this mf presses a tiny barely there kiss to your temple

you look up and like talk with your eyes

did u just

i did

yeah

and then you just settle back down

it’s too crowded in here for any Moves to be Made

bUT YALL BEST BELIEVE WHEN ALL THESE YOUNGINS GET OUT UR HOUSE

you’ve got the karate kid on bc ??? who doesn’t love the karate kid and all of your cutie friends are asleep in various places

but once it gets super late you start waking people up and going hey i love you but your mom called mine like 8 times you gotta gO

you make sure everyone is awake fully if they’re driving and to text you when they got home safe

at long last

you’re alone

in your house

with mark

actually where is mark

mark has disappeared ?????

you start looking around for him and find him in your room ???

“you snoopin thru my things ??!?!??”

he jumps and is like uHH but you’re like nah you’re fine idc

so he continues and he was really just lookin at what kind of books you have and the little drawings and paintings and knick knacks everywhere

you just sit on your bed and observe him

let’s be real he’s nice to look at and you’d be perfectly fine doing this for uhhh the rest of your life

he pulls a book off your shelf and starts flipping through it until he pauses at a page

and his face blooms into this big smile and he looks hella giddy

and you’re like uhh hey whatcha lookin at there bud

and he just keep smiling and it’s a little smug now wtf

“when were you reading this?”

“oh uh i don’t know i got it this summer at that cute little bookshop”

“was it, by chance, the day we met?”

“i mean maybe??? why ????”

and he shows you the page and it’s tHAT oNE WHERE YOU WERE DOODLING BITS OF HIM AND WRITING HIS NAME ALL OVER IT

FUCK !!!!!!!

you immediately turn tomato red and snatch the book in to hold it tightly to your chest

“uhhh i do that with uhhhh eVerYONE I MEET”

“aw i thought i was special:((((”

he’s creeping closer to you this whole time until he’s INCHES AWAY

he gently pulls the book out of your hands and places it aside before grabbing your wrists and uncrossing your arms

“personally, i think it’s really cute”

you blush even more this man knows what he’s doing

you mumble a thanks with your eyes trained on his fuzzy socks what a dork

he releases one of your wrists to push your chin up so he can look you in the eyes

“do you really do that with everyone you meet?”

“,,,,,,, no it’s just you”

“alright cool”

and then he wraps his arms around your waist to pull you close til you’re pressed together chest to chest AW

he nudges his nose against yours and you close your eyes because your god daMN HEART IS POUNDING AND YOU CANT LOOK DIRECTLY INTO THOSE BIG PUPPY EYES

he presses the sweetest and gentlest of kisses to each cheek and then to the top of your nose

he presses one last lingering kiss on your forehead before he tilts his chin down to press your lips together

it’s so soft and innocent wow i’m going to SHED TEARS WRITING THIS

and he pulls away and you press your face into his neck in embarrassment

he chuckles a lil and rubs your back, leaning his cheek against your head

“hey, you down there”

you say “yeah?” but your voice is muffled by his neck and it’s more like eh ???

“my girlfriend y/n will you be ???”

what the fuck

you pull your head back so you can look at his face which is turning steadily redder

“uh what”

“shIT uh i meant will you uh bemygirlfriend”

your confused expression turns into a shit eating grin and you’re like

“what was that :)))) i didn’t hear you :)))))”

he groans and rests his forehead on your shoulder and pitifully whines out

“please be my girlfriend :(((((“

you pick his face up and hold it between your palms and he pouts playfully

“well how could i say no to that face”

and you smooch him right on those lil pouted lips

“yes i’ll be your girlfriend”

he smiles real big and smooshes you against him aw

wow so now you’re mark lee’s gf

LUCKY BITCH

lowkey you get a few threats but as soon as mark catches wind of that he stands on the statue in front of the school and announces that if anyone has a problem with you they’ve got a problem with him !!!!

and he looks like: ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

you drag him down while apologizing to everyone in the general vicinity

mark is. veRY CLINGY NOW

i mean no complaints here it’s just

wow

you’ll be standing at your locker when BAM mark is wrapped around you from behind and you get a hey baby how’s ur day right in your ear

in gym class he restrains himself since the coaches are always like LEE KEEP YOUR HANDS TO YOURSELF

but he always whines after and is like

:((((( but you look so cute in my shirt i wanna squish you

whenever mark comes over you force him to let you draw him at least once

each time it gets easier since you’ve started to memorize the details of his face and the knuckles of his hands and the shape of his shoulders

a lot of times he just comes over to watch movies and talk

he’s not an eloquent guy

(“you all look like pretty grass :)))” - mark lee)

but he gets what he needs to say out and he enjoys listening to you talk about whatever’s on your mind

you’ve started a glow in the dark star sticker collection to put on your ceiling and each time he comes over you put a constellation up there

so you’ll lay in bed and turn off the lights and just stare at the ceiling and try to name them all

soon you’ll just get sleepy though and press your face into his chest

he uwu’s every time :((((

after he’s done being astonished by his Baby™️ he’ll wrap his arms around you and stroke a hand up and down your spine wow

Real Relaxation Hours

your mom will come home and find y’all asleep and then SHE uwu’s and it’s just one big cute MESS

he loves to kiss you right as he’s leaving like he’ll lay one on you then RUN to the bus stop

p.s. maurice is on y’all every day saying he called it AY

his other favorite kisses are when he catches you off guard and just turns you around and kisses you and you’re like

I’m Confused But I Like This

lots of sweet pecks throughout the day and then longer slower stuff when you’re home and alone and relaxing

leaves hickeys on your neck literally just to be annoying

it’s oKAY THO DONT TELL HIM YOU LIKE IT

months pass and youve said your first “i love you’s” to each other and renjun is always like so when y’all gettin married huh

you both SMACK him simultaneously

but lowkey you would marry mark he’s the best and you love him so wHY NOT

but it’s early and you know that and you’re happy with what you have now :))))))

pls love and support our hardworking baby mark lee he is doing his best and i love him goodnight

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You want me to paint your What?!- Bucky Barnes X Reader

Prompt: Bucky asks you to paint on his metal arm because him and Steve are going to a fundraiser gala for children . And he thinks painting his arm will make him less intimidating.

Word Count:2017

Warnings: none

You were a very artistic person, and everyone in the tower knew it. You would spend hours in your room, painting, sculpting, sketching, pretty much anything that is considered “art” you are good at. And it was no surprise when someone in the tower came to you with a request. Just last week Tony had asked you to replicate one of his suits using oil paints so he could donate it to an art museum in the city. And Peter had requested you sketch a picture of him in his suit so he could make a poster out of it and hang it in his room.

But today something strange happened. You were sitting at your desk, working on sketching Peter. He was sitting a few feet away from you on a stool when a soft knock sounded at your door. Peter swiveled his head to look, his expression covered by his mask.

“Hey! Don’t move or it won’t look right,” you chastised. Peter looked at you once again, a muffled sorry coming from behind the red mask. You dropped the pencil and looked up at the door.

“Come in,” you called. The door opened to reveal none other than Bucky on the other side. He tentatively poked his head into the room.

“Oh sorry to interrupt I-” he whispered, beginning to close the door.

“No worries, what do you need?” you asked before he could close the door all the way. He opened the door once more to step all the way into the room.

“I was going to ask-

“Is that Bucky? Because if it is, I can just leave because he probably needs something more than I do and he kinda scares me…” Peter began to babble, not moving from his original position facing the opposite wall, turned away from the door. The last bit of his sentence got quieter as it went, he probably didn’t even mean to say it.

“No Peter, stay there, and don’t move,” you instructed. He made some comment that was lost to the wall, and Bucky smiled slightly.

“So what can I do for you Mr. Barnes?” You asked, trying to play coy. You and Bucky had been flirting back and forth for weeks now, but neither of yo believed that the other was flirting, beside the fact that literally everyone in the tower was trying to convince the both of you. You had hoped that Steve would get through to Bucky and he would make a move, but so far, nothing of the sort had happened.

“Um, actually I have kind of a weird request…” he trailed off. Millions of possibilities began racing through your mind. Did he want you to draw him naked, did he want you to sculpt him naked… why was it that all you could think about was him naked? You shook your head slightly, trying to rid your mind off those thoughts. And as though he could read your mind, the corners of his mouth turned up in a lopsided smirk, your heart thundered against your ribs.

“Don’t worry, Doll, it’s nothing too racy,” he commented. Peter made another noise from the stool, you turned to look at him.

“Don’t move…. And don’t listen,” you commanded.

“Wasn’t planning on it,” he chimed.

You again looked at Bucky, your cheeks flaring crimson as he gazed down at you.

“I want you to paint my arm,” he requested. You looked down at his flesh arm wondering why he would want that.

“Wrong arm, Doll,” he corrected, catching you looking at his human arm. You then turned your attention to his metal arm.

“Why?” you inquired.

“Me and Steve are going to this fundraiser for kids with illnesses, and Steve said if I painted my arm I might not be so intimidating,” Bucky explained. You nodded, already planning out what you were going to paint.

“So you want me to paint your metal arm with some design so you won’t scare sick children?” you asked, wanting to confirm his request.

“Yep,” he responded with a quick nod of his head.

“Ok, um… sure, yeah. Let me finish with Peter, I only have about a half hour left and then I can get right to that,” you decided, turning to head back to your easel with the drawing of Peter.

“You can just sit at that desk over there and I’ll be done soon,” you explained to Bucky. He nodded and sat down at the desk, picking up a mug of paint brushes and fiddling with them.

“Alright Peter, that’s it for today, I should have this to you in color by next week,” you confirmed, finishing up the last few lines. He exhaled loudly and ripped off his mask, his dark hair plastered to his face by sweat.

“Ok, thanks [Y/n], bye!” he called, rushing out of the room as fast as humanly possible. You giggled.

“He really doesn’t like you,” you confessed to Bucky.

“I’m not surprised, who knows what Tony told him about me,” Bucky smirked. You gathered up a couple different types of paint, not sure which ones would last on his arm. You sat down across from Bucky at the desk, setting down your supplies on the wooden surface.

“Ok, so I’ve never painted on metal before, so let me just swatch some different paints and we can see what works best,” you explained, beginning to uncap bottles of vibrant paints. Bucky nodded and watched as you carefully stroked the color along his arm. He squirmed under the brush slightly.

“Does that hurt?” you asked, not really sure how his arm worked or felt.

“No, actually it tickles. This arm is a lot more sensitive than anyone thinks,” he breathed. You bit back a smile as he wiggled his fingers. You realized that an oil based paint would be best because he was only going to wear it for a short amount of time, and you didn’t want to risk any rusting, which could occur with a latex based paint.

“So what am I painting?” You asked, wondering if he wanted anything specific.

“Anything you want, Doll. I trust you,” He said, looking at you expectantly. Your cheeks were aflame with flattery at his comment and your heart slammed against your ribs.

“Ok then, let’s get started,” you breathed. You flexed your hands and stretched one final time before reaching for the red, white, and blue paints, knowing exactly what you were going to paint. You poured the paint onto your palette, selecting the brushes you needed from the mug Bucky was messing with earlier. You brought the brush to his arm gently, painting stroke after stroke. Occasionally Bucky squirmed under your touch. And when you pressed your palm to his in order to steady his arm you could swear you heard his breath catch in his throat. Despite the nerves of sitting this close to Bucky, and touching his arm, your hand was steady, painting precise lines.

“So what are you painting?” Bucky asked about halfway through your project.

“It’s a surprise, you trust me, remember?” You smirked, looking up at Bucky through your eyelashes. His mouth once again stretched to form a smile, and he nodded his head.

“I did in fact say that didn’t I,” he stated, flashing more of his perfect teeth as he continued to smile. You smiled back, dipping the brush into the cup of water to clean it. You caught him glancing down at his arm.

“Ah! No looking until I am done! You said you trusted me, no prove it,” You teased, using your index finger to lift his chin up so his eyes met yours. You wiggled your eyebrows and went back to painting. Bucky just smirked.

“You really are a great artist [Y/n],” Bucky commented a few minuted later, sincerity lacing its way through the compliment. Your stomach erupted with butterflies and your cheeks, for the third time this afternoon, blushed deeply. Bucky swiveled his head around the room, looking at all of the art pieces, some were framed with awards dangling off the bottom corners, others were rushed doodles pinned up along your headboard. But either way, they were all amazing to him.

“Thanks Buck,” you responded, smiling and trying to hide your blush by focusing again on his arm. But that didn’t help. His arm was toned and the unpainted parts gleamed in the soft light of the later afternoon sun that was flooding into your room from between your parted curtains. A soft metallic whirring came from inside the appendage, and as of now, it was the only sound in the room.

“Sorry about the buzzing, it does that sometimes, especially when I’m happy or content or- I think it’s a nerve thing- I should really ask Tony to fix it, it’s really annoying, especially when I do this or-

“Bucky it’s fine, I don’t mind it at all,” you assured. He was babbling, a tell tale sign he was nervous about something. His fingers wiggled suddenly, sending ripples through every metallic muscle of his arm.

“Whoa,” you breathed, leaning back as his arm readjusted. The plates sliding over one another and the sound of gears turning caught you off guard.

“Oh crap, sorry, yeah it does that after a while if I don’t use it, give it a minute,” Bucky apologized, obviously embarrassed by his arms sudden outburst. Once everything was back in it’s place you continued. It was another fifteen minutes before Bucky spoke again.

“No but really you are the best artist I know, and the prettiest one at that. And um, I was just- I was thinking- I wanted to ask you-

“Bucky calm down, it’s just me,” you whispered, trying to get him to form actual sentences.

“Ok, yeah right. So this fundraiser is more of a gala, and I was wondering if you’d like to go with me… as my date?” Bucky finally finished, looking at you, his deep blue eyes hopeful and expectant. You stopped painting, putting the brush down, looking up at him, making sure he was serious. His eyes widened, willing you to give a response.

“You don’t have to decide now, you can give me an answer tomorrow I just need it by tomorrow at three. Or is it two? Actually I don’t know when it starts but-

“Bucky I’d love to go with you,” you giggled, pulling him out of his distracted ramble

“Great,” he sighed, relieved you had agreed.

“And it also happens that I am done!” you announced, allowing him to look down at you work. You had painted broad bands around in arm in the colors red, white, and blue, and in the middle, right in the middle of his bicep, you had painted his red star a gleaming silver.

“It’s Steve’s shield!” you chirped, happy with your work.

“[Y/n] I absolutely love it! I love it so much I could kiss you!- uh, I mean I could- can I- I mean uh I want to uhhh-”

You cut him off by leaning over the desk to press your lips to his forcefully. Months of teasing, flirting, and being led on came pouring out into this kiss. He brought his hand up around your cheek, eventually tangling his fingers in your hair. You smiled into the kiss and let him take the lead. You eventually pulled back, your breath coming rapidly, your heart galloping against your ribs. You looked at Bucky, who looked stunned and dazed, but beyond happy. He looked at you, his eyes full of lust and longing. You stood up and took him to the door.

“Remember, let that dry for an hour, and don’t get it wet. I’ll see you at the gala tomorrow,” you drawled, closing the door as Bucky padded backwards down the hall, his eyes never leaving yours. Well now you could check two things off your list, painting a metal arm, and getting a hot date to a gala fundraiser. Wow, art really did open doors to once in a lifetime opportunities.

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random-gallifreyan-rp · 7 years

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She Takes Me High

Thank you to @whyarentyoulaughingj for kickstarting my muse and getting this thing done! You’re fucking awesome! Some RJames fluff with a bit of protective!J in there. Enjoy!

The muffled groan and the sound of someone running was enough to get James’s attention. Cautiously walking over to the alley behind one the buildings on campus, he saw the body of someone laying on the ground. He rushed over, looking for any blood. “Are you okay? Do you need me to call an ambulance?”

A pair of grey eyes met his, a bruise under one. “No, I’m fine,” she croaked. “No ambulance. No hospital. Please.” She struggled to get up but ended up losing her balance, James catching her in his arms.

“Don’t try and get up just yet, you’re hurt.” He carefully tilted her head so he could look in her eyes. “I don’t see any major signs of a head injury. What happened?”

“I tried to go after a guy twice my size and I got the worst of it,” she grunted.

Carefully standing up, James held his hand out for the battered girl on the ground. “I’m James. Come on, I’ll take you over to my apartment since it’s not too far from here and you’ve probably got good reason to refuse a hospital.”

“I’m RG,” she said. “And… Thanks, James.”

“No problem.”

~*~*~*~*~*~

“Hey James?”

“Yeah?”

“What are you studying?”

James looked over from his spot at his desk at RG, who was laying upside down on his couch. “Well, I’ve been working on my astrophysics degree. There’s so much life out there, and just… I love the stars.”

RG looked at him with wonder in her eyes. “Are there actually more stars out there? I’ve never seen any because of the light pollution.”

He smiled, setting his textbook down. “One of these days,” he drawled, getting out of his chair, “I’m gonna take you to see the stars. Properly. Telescope and blanket and all that.” He walked over to the table next to the door of his apartment, grabbing his keys.

“Are we getting food?”

“Yep! Come on, there’s a great Chinese place down the road.”

~*~*~*~*~*~

Looking at the sleeping girl on his couch, James was overcome with a wave of love. In the few months he’d known RG, he’d come to love her for everything she was. She had openly told him about all her problems, her mental illness, her background, and he took it all in stride.

Grabbing his new textbook, he sat down on the couch next to her. She rested her head in his lap as she tried to get comfortable again. Running his fingers through her hair, he used his free hand to open the book.

Maybe taking this psychology course was one of the best decisions he’d ever made.

~*~*~*~*~*~

RG waited as the person on the other line answered the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hey Frosty,” she said. “I’m not coming home tonight. No, I don’t need to say the ‘safe word’. I’m okay, I promise. I’ve got somewhere to stay. Okay, bye.”

She ended the call, putting her phone on the charger and laying down on the couch in James’s apartment. She’d slowly been moving things in. A hoodie here, some doodles there. It was sort of becoming a shared space between them.

God, she loved that man. He was her best friend. He was the kindest guy she’d ever met and she could see a future with him. She didn’t really do domestic, but she’d gladly drop everything to be with him. As she slowly fell asleep, she hoped James wouldn’t be too long. He needed the sleep.

Two hours later, James quietly shut the front door as he saw RG passed out on his couch. He headed into his bedroom. Not even an hour passed until the door opened.

“J… James…?”

His eyes flew open, looking at RG tearfully standing in the door way. He jumped out of bed, looking her in the eyes. “Are you okay, love? What’s wrong?”

She clutched at his shirt as he pulled her into a hug. “I… I had a nightmare and Jason came back and you were gone,” she sobbed. James held her tight as the tears soaked his shirt.

“I’m right here, love. Jason isn’t gonna get to me, I promise. Here, you can stay in my bed with me.” He used his thumbs to wipe the tears from her eyes as he pulled her back to his bed.

“Are you sure…?”

He smiled, “Of course I am. Now come here.” He looked at his wet shirt with a grimace. “Wait, hang on.” Pulling the shirt over his head, he tossed it over to the corner of the room before laying down, patting the side of the bed in invitation.

RG crawled in, hoping he couldn’t see the blush on her cheeks, and settled against his bare chest. James pressed a kiss to her forehead and she breath caught in her throat.

“James?”

“Yeah?”

He looked down at her, his hand now on her cheek. Slowly, he lowered his head, giving her a chance to pull back. Instead, she met his lips in a gentle kiss. James pulled away, looking RG in the eyes before hauling her face back up to his.

She straddled him and smirked against his lips as he groaned. Her hands scratched through his hair as his gripped her waist. She pulled back and their lips separated with a pop.

“That was… Wow.”

“Yeah, that was,” he laughed. James pulled her into his chest as they laughed. “But that’s all for right now. It’s a little soon for anything else.”

RG shook her head in agreement before plopping onto her side, waiting for James to be the large spoon. He laughed, curling around her and kissing the back of her neck, delighting in the little shiver of pleasure.

“I’m remembering that spot for later,” he growled playfully as he cuddled her harder.

~*~*~*~*~*~

“Good morning, beautiful,” James said as he saw his girlfriend making them some tea. God, he loved calling her that.

“Morning,” she said happily as her boyfriend wrapped his arms around her waist. He kissed the side of her neck and she melted into his arms. “What do we have planned today?”

“Mmmm, I was thinking a nice dinner at a very nice hotel downtown. I rented us a room there.”

RG pulled back in shock. “James, do you know how expensive the rooms there are?! You didn’t have to do that!”

He laughed, pulling her back into him. “Relax, love. I’ve got quite a bit of money from my family, if you remember. It’s fine, I promise.” He placed a chaste kiss to her lips. “Besides, only the best for my girl.”

~*~*~*~*~*~

The dinner was a success, the couple at the table enjoying the fancy setting. As they finished, James led them over to the elevator.

RG pushed him against the wall as they got in, the only ones in the small room. She kissed him hard as he gripped her hips. Biting down on her lower lip, he growled possessively at her moan of pleasure.

The doors of the lift opened and they ran to their room, giggling all the way. RG’s jaw dropped as she took in the expensive hotel room.

“James… This is amazing…”

She rushed to the window looking over the city. The lights twinkled as the headlights of cars were tiny dots below the large hotel. Her boyfriend came up from behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his head on her shoulder.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” he asked as RG’s eyes twinkled with wonder.

“Yeah… It is…” She paused. “Hey James?”

“Yes?”

“Why did you bring us here?”

“Well, I thought it was time we took the final step in our relationship and…” His breath hit her neck as he whispered in her ear, “I didn’t want you to wake the neighbors when I have you screaming my name.”

~*~*~*~*~*~

She woke up later in the morning, naked and sated, wrapped in James’s arms. Stretching, she took in her sleeping boyfriend as she got ready to use the large shower in the en-suite.

James woke up not too long after RG. The sound of the shower calmed his nerves when he saw she wasn’t in bed with him. It had been a long and vigorous night and his ego was properly stroked.

RG walked out of the bathroom, wearing on of James’s clean shirts that he had brought and a pair of pajama bottoms. “Well good morning, starshine. The sun says hello.” She leaned over to kiss him, pulling back before it could get too steamy. “The shower’s all yours.”

He grinned, pulling her in for another kiss before walking naked into the bathroom.

~*~*~*~*~*~

“I’m gonna have to introduce you to my family soon,” RG said as she laid in James’s lap, him playing with her hair as they looked at the stars out of town. “They’re starting to wonder where I’m going all the time.”

“I’m sure it won’t be that bad,” James pondered. “I promise I’ll be on my best behavior.”

RG laughed. “Oi, don’t be cheeky. They can be assholes. And J doesn’t really like Scottish accents, so maybe switch to your English one while we’re there.”

A gasp came from her boyfriend, who feigned offence. “Och, lassie! Are ye sayin’ ye dinnae like mah Sco’ish accent?!” He laughed as he over-pronounced his brogue, tickling the girl in his lap as she erupted into giggles.

As they caught their breath, RG relaxed into James’s arms. “Can we go tomorrow?

“Of course, babe. Whenever you want.”

Smiling, she pushed closer to the love of her life and sighed happily.

~*~*~*~*~*~

“Caela? J?” RG asked, cautiously entering the kitchen, “Can I talk to you guys?”

“Sure, hun, what’s up?” Caela set her mug down, J just casting a glance in her direction before going back to his phone.

“I know I’ve been gone a while, but I wanted you guys to meet someone.” She pulled the tall, skinny man into the kitchen. “This is James. We’ve been dating for… 4 months?”

James smiled tentatively. “Hi.”

Without warning, J lunged at James, pinning him against the wall. “I swear to god, if you hurt my bird, nobody will find your body once I’m done with you,” he growled quietly, his forearm pressed against James’s throat. James meekly nodded as RG pulled J away, placing herself between J and her boyfriend.

“He’s not gonna hurt me, J. Trust me.” RG reached around for James’s hand, grabbing it and squeezing lightly.

Caela stood from her chair, walked over to here James and RG were standing, and sent James a glare that could freeze Hell over. “Whatever my King said, I will make much, much worse.”

RG growled, dragging her boyfriend up to their now shared room, where they wouldn’t have to deal with threats.

~*~*~*~*~*~

The grunts and groans that came from his bird’s room the night before made J shudder. Never did he want to hear what RG sounded like when she came, but oh no, that sound was forever etched into his eardrums to the point where he wanted to blow his brains out.

As the couple of the year made their way downstairs, J growled as he saw the bruises on RG’s neck.

Setting the plates in front of them, Frost went to clean up the kitchen. J took that opportunity to walk over and whisper in RG’s ear. “Hopefully your you and your boyfriend will be a bit quieter eating breakfast than when he was eating you-”

He was cut off as RG elbowed him in the stomach. He cackled, walking out of the kitchen. James’s eyes widened as his girlfriend sent a punch straight for the King’s jewels.

J caught her wrist. “Oh, those aren’t the balls you want to fondle, sweetheart,” he said with a sickly grin before chuckling to himself as she pulled her hand away and gagged.

~*~*~*~*~*~

James rubbed her back as RG groaned, her stomach swooping as she bent over the toilet bowl. “I’m sorry, love,” he said tenderly. His heart broke as he watched her heave into the bowl, tears running down her cheeks.

Grabbing some toilet paper and a cold water bottle, he wiped her mouth and made her drink a little bit of water. “My stomach hurts, Jamie,” she cried softly as he pulled her into his side on the cool bathroom tile.

“I know, baby. I know.”

She soon fell asleep in his arm, and he was fully content with staying on the floor with her, even though his arse was going numb.

~*~*~*~*~*~

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” J ran into his bedroom to find RG and James in a rather… compromising situation. RG had been straddling James, snogging the life out of him while he thoroughly enjoyed it.

He pulled his bird off her boyfriend, nearly throwing her off the bed had it not been for James’s grip on her shirt. “WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?! DOING THAT DISGUSTING SHIT ON OUR BED?!”

“YOU DO EVER WORSE THAN THAT EVERYWHERE IN THE HOUSE!” RG snapped back.

Hearing the commotion, Caela ran into the room and was blown back by the tension.

“DON’T PLAY INNOCENT, J! YOU’VE FUCKED WHERE WE EAT!”

“WELL I DON’T FUCK IN OTHER PEOPLE’S BEDS!”

“OUR CLOTHES WERE ON!”

“BUT FOR HOW LONG?!”

Caela stepped between them, pushing J back. “Calm down, J,” she said before turning to RG. “RG, what the actual fuck were you two even thinking?”

At that, J’s head snapped over to James, who had been trying to will away his erection in the meantime. “You! You were trying fuck my little bird IN MY FUCKING BED!” He hauled himself into James, throwing him into the wall. “I SHOULD KNOCK ALL YOUR FUCKING TEETH OUT!”

RG and Caela quickly pulled J away as RG tried stepping between them, Caela trying to calm her angry King.

“YOU BETTER GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY ROOM AND STAY OUT!”

Caela pulled J away. “J! It’s done. It’s over. Just drop it.”

J growled, glaring at RG and James and kicking them out. They continued what they’d started in their own bedroom, away from J.

~*~*~*~*~*~

RG and James laid on the couch, the TV on but ignored. James was asleep on his back with RG on his chest, also asleep. J walked into the living room, looking over at the couch.

“Fucking idiots,” he grumbled as he pulled a blanket over them. No matter how much he acted like he hated both of them, he loved his little bird. And his bird loved her boyfriend. He decided maybe it was worth putting up with the skinny freeloader if it made his bird happy.

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juhnhee-remade · 7 years

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Sometimes I’m not sure it’ll ever be anything more than just me fucking around on pirated software.

Ocean Eyes Chapter 1 - read on AO3

Minji’s book bag swings against her hip when she steps off the bus, jacket pulled tightly across her chest to ward off the impending early-autumn chill. She takes a moment, turning her face up towards the last rays of the setting sun, as she listens to someone getting off after her, then the sounds of the bus continuing on its way.

It takes a little for Jin to catch up with her. She sort of wishes he’d have taken longer.

“Are we going?” he asks her. She bites back a sigh and leads the way.

They can barely shut the door to the apartment behind them when Minji’s mother shows up in the hallway, wrapped in a ratty apron and brandishing a broth-stained wooden spoon. She and Jin exchange smiles. It makes Minji want to throw up her lunch.

“Hello, Jin dear, how has your day been?”

“Good, thank you, and yours?”

Minji toes off her shoes, chucks them on the pile of all her others, and only narrowly avoids rolling her eyes in her mother’s face as she listens to her and Jin chatter about what they’ve been up to. Jin’s over once a week at least, she thinks, how much could have happened in that time?

“-nd I’ve been looking at student housing, I know it’s still early but I’d like to know my options beforehand-”

Yeah, nothing, obviously. Minji hangs up her jacket next to the door and picks her bag back up.

“I’m going to my room until dinner,” she says into the open space of the apartment, and is about to disappear into her own bedroom, would have done so too, if she hadn’t caught her mother’s eye then. The disappointed, reproachful look in her eyes does just enough to shame Minji into slowing down for a moment.

“Minji, darling,” her mother starts, hands on her hips, “we have a guest.”

“You have a guest.”

“Honey, he’s your classmate.”

“But you invited him, I-” Her mother’s lips form a tight line, now, and Jin looks like he wants to melt into the next corner, so Minji huffs, grumbles, and claims the living room couch for herself. Arguing now is not going to help her.

Truthfully, Minji is tired of this, of watching this Jin helping her mother around the kitchen, heads bent together to share a joke out of one of those dramas both of them like. It’s like he’s a permanent fixture in the house these days, and Minji wonders why her mother just won’t adopt him, then. He gets invited around often enough that he might as well live here now, and it’s certainly not like anybody is listening to Minji when she says she’s uncomfortable with a virtual stranger in her house.

Well. Maybe not stranger. Acquaintance. But Jin is certainly not a friend; they don’t even talk outside of his visits. He and her mother are apparently joined at the hip, though, and just because he’s a boy from the neighbourhood it means that she should start getting along with him too, or something.

It’s bullshit. All Minji wants when she gets home is to have some peace and quiet, not having to socialize with people she avoids on a daily basis.

There’s pots banging in the kitchen, the sounds of two people walking around and talking amongst themselves. Light filters through the sheer curtains draped over the living room windows, bathing the crowded room and its mismatched furniture in reds and oranges. Minji pulls out her phone.

Yoongi, Today at 3:35 PM

> so yeah

> let me know if you need me to bust you out

Minji, Today at 4:52 PM

> I need you to bust me out

She barely has time to put down her phone when it lights up with an answer.

Yoongi, Today at 4:52 PM

> that bad?

> really i can kick your door down with an emergency if you need

Minji, Today at 4:53 PM

> Nah. My mother would actually murder me for not hanging with her future son in law

> Thanks though. Are you free later?

Yoongi, Today at 4:55 PM

> yeah ill meet you i can drop you off later

Minji, Today at 4:55 PM

> Thanks

Yoongi, Today at 4:56 PM

> no problem child

“See something funny?” Jin plops down on the couch next to Minji, who immediately loses the smile she’d worked up texting Yoongi. Just what she needed - the object of her frustration pestering her. And messing up the careful pile of throw pillows she’d arranged next to her besides.

“Yeah,” she drawls, “you thinking I want to talk to you. Hilarious.”

“Come on…” Jin sounds a little strained, and when Minji looks up from her phone display, he’s blinking at her, bottom lip pushed out a little bit. He’s.. pouting? Minji has never seen him pout before. Or have any reaction towards her besides thinly veiled disinterest in general. It’s unsettling. “I’m tired of bickering all the time. Can we at least… not be openly hostile to each other?”

Minji scoffs.

“Once you get out of my house, maybe.”

“Come on, your mother invited me, I can’t exactly say no. That’s rude.” Jin’s socked feet scuff against the little bit of light wooden flooring that isn’t covered by rugs of varying sizes and textures. She really wants to snap at him for scratching the floors with the power of his metaphorical harpy’s talons.

“What’s rude is you taking my things without asking me?”

“Wow, really, is this why you… look, I apologized, I gave them back, I have no idea what you still-”

“Okay, kids,” comes a loud voice from the kitchen. Minji’s mouth immediately snaps shut, effectively muting the steadily rising volume of their argument. It feels petty but she glares at Jin, and barely resists the urge to stick her tongue out at him. “Food is done, help me set the table, both of you.”

Dinner goes about as awkwardly as one could expect. Minji wolfs her food down at record speed, dodges any and all conversation by giving only one-word answers, and practically throws her dishes in the washing machine as soon as she can to make her escape.

“I’m late to meet some friends, I really have to go, sorry, nice seeing you, bye mom!” And just like that she’s standing outside the apartment, staring down at the dimly lit staircase in front of her.

Ah. Freedom.

By the time she arrives at the junkyard, the sun has already set. It’s chilly out, the air with just enough of a bite to it that she has to put her collar up to be comfortable. There’s faint thunking sounds coming from somewhere beyond the piles of junk - she follows the sound to find Yoongi, leaning back in one of their usual chairs, lobbing old, grimy tennis balls into the rusty wreckage of an old car. He looks up only briefly enough to acknowledge her before he goes back to what he’s doing.

“Hey,” Minji says as she takes a seat on the other chair next to his. It’s a ragged set, wobbly and with peeling paint, but were the only two they could find that didn’t have any obvious nails sticking out of dangerous places.

They’d set up their own place a few years ago, two chairs and a bedside table pulled together under a roof of rusted-through metal in the shell of a tiny building with only three walls left. A chewed up plastic basket they had found is now where they store the snacks they bring for their evenings out, and Yoongi had even brought along fairy lights as a joke - they did end up stringing them up along the walls, even though they don’t work. On one of the walls Minji can still see the remnants of her graffiti artist aspiration: doodles and rap lyrics and the start of something multicoloured and geometric that she’d abandoned.

The whole place feels like this - like something abandoned. Especially at night. It could be creepy, but something about spending time among all these things that people have left behind makes Minji feel at peace. Like spending time in a place nobody has expectations for, this burden could be lifted from her as well for a while.

She doesn’t tell Yoongi this. He would laugh.

“Why do you like being here,” she had asked him once, when they were sixteen and sharing a bottle of beer Yoongi had nicked from his father. Yoongi had quieted, fingers playing with the rim of the bottle.

“It’s not home,” he’d stated, quietly, and Minji had let it be.

This time, when Yoongi turns his attention to her fully, tennis balls all strewn about, he looks happier. There’s two bottles of beer on the table, legally now, by virtue of Yoongi working at the grocery store part-time. His own bottle is already cracked open, half-empty, and Yoongi looks it, too. A little too relaxed to be fully sober.

“Heyyy,” he drawls as he grins at her, reclining in his chair. He looks softer like this, Minji thinks, under the light of the moon and the far-away street lamps. Like he’s gentled around the edges, like his bitterness has lifted for a while.

Minji sits down, grabs her own bottle, already opened, and chugs half of it immediately. Yoongi raises an eyebrow at her, but waits until she’s put down her drink and wiped her lips with the back of her hand to judge.

“Stressful day?” There’s a sympathetic tinge to his voice that Minji doesn’t quite like. It’s not like she’s dying.

“It’s not like I’m dying,” she informs him in between another drink, “but yes. Stressful day.”

“Talking to Kim Seokjin for any amount of time is probably a form of death.”

Minji snorts.

“Yeah, you’re right. I’ll call the police now, turn my mother in for attempted manslaughter.”

“Really, what’s her deal? Doesn’t she get you don’t feel like dating him anytime soon?”

“I feel like she’s changed tracks to wanting to adopt him.” Minju shudders, mostly at the thought and only little at the chill in the air. “Imagine being the brother of… that.”

“Or sister.”

Minji pulls a face, voice coming out sort of strangled, sort of poisonous:

“Yeah. Sister. Whatever.”

They sit in silence for a while, the only sounds the creaking of their chairs and a dog barking in the distance. Minji avoids eye contact - she knows snapping at Yoongi was uncalled for. Especially since he’d done nothing wrong - it’s really only Minji with these dumb issues that aren’t even issues, things that wouldn’t warrant a second thought if it was anyone but her. This isn’t something she should be taking out on the one close friend she has.

“Sorry,” she mutters. Yoongi doesn’t hear. They finish their beers in silence, and Minji hands Yoongi her empty bottle without looking at him.

“...So,” she probes after a while, when the silence has stretched too thin, “how are things?”

“Things?”

“Music,” she clarifies. “You’re still doing that, right?”

“Yeah.” Yoongi stretches the syllable, shrugs, looks up at the sky, now dark but for the thin sliver of moon and all the stars surrounding it. “Sort of. I dunno. Sometimes I’m not sure it’ll ever be anything more than just me fucking around on pirated software.”

“I think it will be,” Minji says, and means it. She knows she doesn’t have the drive for music - has other hobbies too, likes reading and street fashion and dungeons and dragons. She doesn’t live for music in the way that Yoongi does, doesn’t rap her throat sore and stay up until dawn to get a set of lyrics to come out just perfect. Minji just doesn’t have that unending drive, and Yoongi does, and that’s why he’ll succeed, get picked up by some scout or just hit it big with one of his original compositions. It’s a given.

The smile Yoongi gives her in response isn’t bright, but it’s soft, and perhaps even a little bit happy, and Minji feels accomplished.

Yoongi offers to drive her home later, when it’s getting cold enough for them both to wrap their arms around their middles and rock back and forth on their creaky chairs. They don’t arrive until late, so when they say goodbye in front of her doorstep, Minji’s apartment is dark save for a lamp lit up in the living room. She sees her mother there on their couch, leafing through a magazine, slumped over and tired, and feels something sharply twist in her gut.

Her mother looks up when she closes the door, yawning through a smile. Her hair is loose; she already looks ready for bed, all the maternal warmth that Minji prefers to ignore sometimes.

“Hey, you’re home.”

“Hey,” she answers back, stuffing her shoes into the overflowing shoe rack, and goes over to stand at the back of the couch. Her mother leans her head back as she approaches, so Minji takes the chance to run her fingers through her hair. It’s worth it to see her mother relax under the touch, the tension gradually dissipating from the line of her shoulders.

“You didn’t tell me how long you’d be out today.”

“Sorry. I was out with Yoongi and we forgot the time.”

Her mother hums. “That’s fine, I just worry. Come, sit,” she says, and pats the couch beside her. Tentatively, Minji shuffles a few pillows aside and takes a seat - she knows she’s not about to get chewed out, but the gentle, loving lectures from her mother are even worse than that, sometimes. Still, she settles down, leans her head against her mother’s shoulder, picks at the leather upholstery. The guilt clawing its way up her throat doesn’t lessen much.

There’s words brewing in her mouth, but before she can say anything, her mother puts a hand on Minji’s knee, fingernails scratching over the rough material of her busted, ripped cargo pants.

“Minji, darling, I just have to... I have to ask, I suppose, because we’ve not talked about this.”

Minji has a niggling feeling that she knows what’s coming.

“Why do you not get along with Jin?

Ah. Of course. Minji pulls a face.

“It’s not that, I just… I don’t know. We don’t have much in common? We’re just really different, so seeing him at home is awkward.”

“But you were so angry at him, I thought something…”

“No, we’re good,” Minji says, a little louder than intended. Her mother pulls back. The twisting in her gut gets worse.

“If you say so. If you want, I can invite him over less?”

There’s a moment where Minji considers weighing her pride up against her own desires, considers taking the easy route out. It’s something she should probably do. It would save her so much pain in the future.

But does she really have the right to rain on her mother’s parade like that?

“It’s - it’s fine. I’ll try to be more civil, it’s okay. You should go to bed, don’t you have work early?”

Minji’s mother chuckles and gives her hair one more quick pat before standing up and stretching.

“Probably a good idea. Good night, dear, go to bed soon too, okay?”

“Yes, mother,” Minji drones with a grin on her face, and watches her mother shut the door to her bedroom. It’s only after the door clicks shut, loud against the quiet of the apartment, that she allows herself to slump against the backrest of the couch and sigh.

She has really signed up for so much bullshit in her near future.

#lgbtsidentity #bts #bts fic #namjin #it's done! the first chapter at least #the chapter is under a readmore to not murder everyones dashes #but id recommend reading on a03

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