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btsxmalereaders · 1 year

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♡ pairing — bang chan x male reader

> genre — fluff

> tags — pre-debut bang chan, strangers to friends to lovers, just the reader being supportive af.

> word count — 5,11k

> summary — when you spot a lonely and seemingly stressed customer on the cafeteria you work in, you don't hesitate to keep him company. soon you find out what has been troubling him and decide to help him out, knowing it will be so easy to fall in love with him in the way.

Chan swears he could burst into tears once he takes a seat in the busy cafeteria he has arrived at, dragging the soles of his shoes and with his head down. Fortunately he has found an empty table, so he sets up his laptop after cleaning up a bit and plugs in his headphones, hoping to find at least some peace.

Even though this visit to the coffee shop was still to work, Chan feels his muscles a little less tense as the smell of coffee and tea brewing, also the bread and cookies coming out of the oven hits his nostrils.

His stomach growls, and after trying to ignore it for a few minutes, he finally decides to order something to keep him satisfied until it's time for dinner.

For the next few hours his eyes are fixed on his laptop screen, his fingers moving nimbly over the keys and cursor. He feels so pressured and guilty, and the unchanged expression on his face really hints at it.

There are so many questions running through his head, but no matter how hard he tries to find the answers, he always ends up in the same place. He knows that, as the leader of the group, he should be stronger and more supportive of his members; but now, in that small and now almost empty cafeteria, he feels like he can just let his worries be noticed without making the others be more preoccupied.

The sound of a teacup landing on his desk and being moved in his direction makes him look up, removing the only earpiece he had on and being met with a friendly smile.

"You look like you like tea better than coffee," You mutter, a little sheepishly. "It's on me. You look like you need it."

Chan doesn't know what to say for a moment, but before you can walk back to the register is when you can finally hear his voice.

"Thank you." He says with a sincere smile peeking on his face that denotes tiredness. "Uhm... _____?" Chan catches a glimpse of the nametag on your uniform. "I really needed it, you're very kind."

"Of course, enjoy it." You smile at him and turn on your heels, until his voice stops you again.

"Wait," Chan scratches the back of his neck and quickly takes a glance at the now empty cafeteria. "Would you like to take a seat? Unless you're busy."

"Don't worry, it's nearly closing time so it's unusual more customers come at late hours." You assure him with a shy smile, taking seat in front of him. That's when he realises it's late and he lost track of time again.

"Oh, I didn’t even notice it was that late," He murmurs. "I'm sure you have to do lots of things before closing and if I'm being a bother I'll-"

"Don't worry," You repeat, this time giggling. "You're fine. We still got time left."

Chan can't help but smile and sigh before taking the cup you just brought and take a sip. His eyes closes for a moment as he feels the warmth and sweet flavor on his tongue, then he speaks up again, surprised: "Oh, wow, you did this yourself?"

The tone of his voice makes you giggle a bit, and you teasingly answer, "Why? Don't I look like the type of person that could make such awesome and sweet brews like this?"

"Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to question your brewing abilities" He giggles as well. "It tastes amazing, I swear, it's almost as if you could read my mind and give me exactly what I needed."

"Yeah, actually when I got hired they told me I had to have this ability to read people's mind and give them their favorite beverages." You joke around, making him laugh even louder. "I think I'm doing a great job so far."

"Well, I pretty much appreciate it. No wonder why my friends recommended me this place so much, I think I'll become a frequent customer."

"It'll be nice to have you around here." You smile as you hear how your coworker thanks you for staying later for him and taking his coat before walking off the building. "Looks like it's only you and me."

Chan takes a glimpse of the time on his computer screen and yawns, "I spent a lot of time here and I haven't gotten a proper meal."

"Really? You should have dinner now before it gets too late. I think there are still ingredients to make something you'd like, do you-"

"Oh no, please," He immediately says before you can fully stand up. "Sorry. It's fine, you don't have to- I mean, you've been nice by given me this tea. I don't wanna look like I'm taking advantage of your kindness."

"Are you sure? I don't have any problem." You insist.

"Of course, plus, it's getting late, aren't you supposed to be closing in like twenty minutes?"

You nod, "Yeah, I just have to clean up some stuff and that's it. We don't really have clients coming last minute."

"Alright, how about I wait up and invite you something to eat on our way home? I'll pay you back."

You sweetly smile and stand up, "Alright. But I have to know your name first."

"Right, sorry, I am Bang Chan."

You extend your hand and he nervously shakes it, "Nice to meet you, Bang Chan. I'll tide up and be ready in a moment."

He watches you dissappear in the kitchen and starts to get nervous. This isn't how he expected his night to go. He had lots of things to do, to work on, to fix.

He entered the coffee shop feeling so down but determined to work hard and focus. At the verge of tears and slightly shaking still but wanting to fix everything, even when he deep down knew it wasn't at all up to him. He felt so guilty for allowing it to happen in first place and now he felt guilty for going out with someone he just met instead of working harder.

His head was surely a mess lately and even the thought of going out just for a night felt like something he didn't deserve to have. It has been so difficult and tough for him, he just felt the need to keep working so he could see the results he wanted the sooner as possible.

Without even noticing it, he starts biting his nails; his knee going up and down as he's sat in front of his laptop and saving his progress up to three times, just to make sure. He sighs with tiredness and an aching stomach, starting to feel his hands shake a little.

Breathing exercises, of course, he remembers it well. Minho has been there for him in tough times like this, being his companion at ungodly late night hours and being a shoulder Chan could lay on when it gets hard, but now he doesn't have it. He feels lost. Empty. How can he breathe well and feel on track when his friend isn't there to help him?

Millions of thoughts begin to cloud his mind. He is so tired and saddened by this situation but he doesn't have the time to grieve. The need to get back to the building and finish composing, as well as rehearsing and helping Felix study, gnaws at his insides.

"Hey," you say softly, snapping him out of the little trance he was in. "Everything okay?"

Chan looks beside himself for a moment before quickly gathering his belongings and standing up. "Yeah, yeah, sorry. You ready?"

"Are you sure? You look kind of... tired." You murmur, grabbing your backpack and keys. He shyly follows you and exits the place before you and you quickly close the door.

"Well, I am. I haven't been able to properly sleep, honestly," He chuckles, but still sounds saddened. "It's been tough days."

You both start walking down the streets; the neighborhood's nightlife highlighted by hearing people dining at nearby establishments and entering bars. Something quite common on a Friday night. Chan found it quite ironic how people were living their lives with ease and fun when he, in his full youth, was feeling so exhausted and stressed, wondering when things would get better for him.

"Well, I know we just met, but whatever you wanna talk about, I am here to listen." You smile and look at him as he sighs.

Chan doubts a little bit; was it really a good idea to vent out to a stranger? You looked really trustworthy, but would you even be willing to listening him ranting or were you just being nice? He doesn't say a word for the next minute, and you stop when you find small food truck.

"Want a corn dog?" You say, trying to lift the spirits a little bit. He nods and rushes to pay for them before you could even approach your hand to your pocket. "That's not fair."

"It is. You've done a lot for me and we just met. You're a nice guy," He chuckles and after you finish your order and get the food, you two walk a little bit to sit on a bench. "So... I know this might sound weird, but you seem a very trustworthy person and... I don't know, I guess I just need to vent out."

"I'm all ears, go ahead."

He sighs for the nth time that day and his leg goes up and down unconsciously. Chan looks somewhat nervous but once he starts talking, it goes on for minutes. He starts talking about that he is a trainee under a music company, and he, along his friends, is participating in a survival show in order for them to debut, and what has been making it so hard for him is that the person in charge and who has been giving them feedback, also decided to kick out two members of the group. Chan says he felt responsible for this because he is the leader, but has been struggling with this whole situation because he, at the same time he's sorting this out, has to calm everyone else down and give them the support and help they need too in these desperate times. He has been so hard on himself and has been overworking too to help his friends and avoid at all costs for them to ever feel that way again. Chan doesn't want them to be separated from the group, because he personally chose them and saw the potential in them to become part of this project. At this point, it's like they're a family, and wants to stick with them forever.

It almost feels as if he is truly pouring out his heart because he’s talking out with so much detail and constantly telling how he feels about every single thing coming out of his mouth. His gaze is fixed on the ground and he hasn’t even started to eat. You can only suppose he has been in a lot of pain and restlessness lately.

As he speaks, you can't help but notice the despair he feels. His eyes are glazed and he's fidgeting his fingers a lot but now you can't seem to do anything to help him; just listen. It's a lot to process, but you're doing your best.

You are not even sure if he has asked for your advice, so you try to process all the information you have received. Anyway, what could you possibly say to that?

After he stops speaking, he just keeps his gaze on the pavement, his food is getting colder and he feels this need to cry. You don't say anything for a moment until he raises his head.

"I'm sorry you're going through all of this... It really must be hard." You murmur, suddenly feeling your hands sweaty, your mind racing as it looks for comforting words to say. "Look, you probably already know not to worry too much and not to overwork yourself, you probably have been told this a lot... but you should know too that you're doing your best."

Chan can't help but chuckle at that, sniffing afterwards and clearing the traces of tears on his cheeks.

"Seriously, being in charge of a group it's a big responsibility, and I admire you for that. You're doing everything you can and it's okay, don't be too hard on yourself. Things will be just as you want them to be, and even better. Have patience and keep doing what you're doing. It's going to be okay soon."

Surprisingly, your words make him feel a little bit tense. Chan sincerely smiles and looks at you, nodding and feeling a comfort for the first time in a while, "Thank you, _____, I really appreciate it."

All he ever wanted was just vent out and feel heard. It's not like he didn't feel that way with his friends, but he truly needed to hear it from someone who wasn't involved in this situation. Hearing comforting words from someone else have given him the reassurance he needed.

"Of course, I wish I could help you more but I'm afraid I don't know a lot about these music companies... Is there any other way I could help you out? Because I'd be happy to do it in any way."

Chan thinks about it for a moment. "Yeah, there might be a way... but for now let's enjoy this food, alright? I know this has been a lot."

So the next hour goes more smoothly, making Chan laugh with dad jokes and ridiculous puns, but at least he is distracted enough and, for the first time in a while, he feels like his preoccupations doesn't exist. He's just living the moment and having a good time.

When it gets too late, though, he walks with you to a place near where you live and says goodbye, thanking you for hearing him and making him feel better this night, and promising he'd visit the cafeteria soon. You give him your number, with the excuse of asking him to tell you the way you could help him on that survival show or just talk to him whenever he needed to, thing he appreciated.

Chan waves his hand goodbye with a big smile on his face and his heart beating fast.

You don't hear anything from Chan for a couple of days, until you get a text message in the middle of the night. You quickly open it, your heart racing as you read the beginning of the message; Chan apologizing for texting you so late and telling you that a new episode of his survival show is coming out in the evening, and that he has seen on social media that some fans will be sending messages of support and sharing petitions to get Minho and Felix back into the group, so he extends the invitation to you to help, which you agree to.

You reply immediately with a "Count on it!" and a separate message inviting him and his friends to stop by the coffee shop on any free day they have, promising to treat them to whatever they want for their hard work.

Truth is you have been catching up on the program and listening to the songs they have posted online, and you were so impressed that it left you wondering how come you didn't hear about them before. They all were really good, talented and you just knew they were all destined to be together.

So in your spare time, in the next weeks, you don't miss the opportunity to watch the show and support through messages on social media, immediately getting friends joining together for the same cause.

You keep exchanging texts with him from time to time, some days you talk for hours, some others you only get to send just a few messages due to the busy schedules, but you have been consistent and have managed to keep a good communication, and you'd say you're good friends now.

He visits you on the cafeteria on his free time, and every time you see him cross that door with a shy smile on his face, you immediately feel nervous. You know why, you know yourself, you know your feelings, but decide to put them aside for now. It's better this way, right? With all of the pressure Chan has been feeling lately, the only thing you can do best now is offer him your friendship and support.

The smile that appears on your face every time Chan visits the cafeteria is raising suspicions among your friends. As soon as he steps inside the place, you feel a tickling in your stomach, your hands feel shaky, but you manage to walk to his table and greet him.

"Hey, how have you been?" You sweetly ask, leaving a blueberry muffin in front of him.

Chan smiles and thanks you, "I actually came with great news! Are you free now?"

You think taking five minutes won't hurt anyone, and you have been waiting for news so you decide to take a seat next to him and listen to what he has to say. "Go on, what is it?"

He can't hide his big smile, the beautiful dimples his cheeks have and that glow on his face, it's a big difference from the last time you saw him, and that makes you feel happy as well. He starts explaining that J.Y. Park let them prepare a performance with Felix and Minho for the finale, since they heard the audience's opinion and will deliberate if the group is going to debut with or without them, and the audience will be a big help for that.

"Wait, that's is awesome!" You say, not trying to hide your happiness. "It's so obvious everyone will want them back in the group, they're coming back for sure!"

"I know, I know, although I try not to get my hopes high because he can change his mind last minute or change everything up, you know? I just don't wanna get disappointed..."

"Chan, I know you will debut together, trust me, and trust your friends, alright? Have faith in the future. That man will make the right choice."

Chan nods, becoming more and more convinced, more confident and happy. Maybe you were right, even if his mind reminded him that he shouldn't get his hopes too high, the truth is that he wanted so much to believe that the best would come.

"Come on, let me buy you something to drink, okay? Relax a little, think positive! I'll be right back."

With everything that has been going on, Chan has been involved in so much work, so many rehearsals, so many talks and so much stress, that he hasn't stopped to think about how he feels. Of course, he has been talking to you for a couple of weeks and has found your advice very helpful, just being there for him when he needs it is just amazing and so meaningful to him. The one thing he has been trying to avoid is thinking why every time you two talk, he can't help but feel his heart racing, he can't help but smile every time he gets a text from you during the day to remind him to eat and take a break from time to time, and to let him know about your day to day to distract him during difficult times. Chan has noticed that talking to you brings him an incredible calm that he really needs and has had so many questions on his mind that he still can't find an answer to.

Maybe it's better this way for now, he thinks, he'll just let things flow.

Finally, the day has come. To say Chan was feeling nervous was an understatement, he was getting his make up done while reviewing the notes he made on his phone for the finale. Jeongin and Seungmin are rehearsing, Changbin and Jisung are talking and probably giving tips to Hyunjin, he has been struggling a lot because of the nervousness but they are reassuring him he will do perfect tonight.

Felix and Minho are the ones who look the most nervous, practicing the choreography in front of the big mirror and then singing together. Chan gets closer to them once his make up and hair is done, patting their shoulders and giving them advice, but most importantly, he reminds them what they're capable of and how far they've gotten.

"You got this, you know? Once we perform together, it's gonna be like that for a long, long time, alright? 8 is fate!" He says, and walks away with the rest of them as they were finally given the cue to leave backstage. Everyone says comforting words to everyone before start.

You, on the other hand, didn't get the chance to be in the venue, but didn't think twice to watch it on your phone.

"Has it started yet?" Your friend says as she puts on her apron and gets closer to you in an attempt to look at the screen.

"In a few minutes." You smile and take a seat on an empty chair. "Thanks for covering for me."

"It's okay, whatever helps you to go out with that guy." She jokingly murmurs.

"What are you talking about?" You say, surprised.

"Oh, please, ______, don't play the fool, I've seen you drool over him every time he stops by. Why else would you hype him up so much and help him out with his show?"

"Cause he's a good friend!"

"Yeah, right, maybe a friend you wanna-"

"Hey!"

"...You wanna go out on a date with. God, see? You're just proving my point." She giggles and walks to the door. "I'll tell you if we need help, and keep me updated, alright? Good luck."

The show starts and your heart starts racing. You notice immediately there are a lot of fans in the venue, holding banners, screaming to the top of their lungs and supporting all of the members of the group. The MC starts the show by making a introduction about how far they've come and how J.Y.Park is going to evaluate and deliberate whether they stay with or without Minho and Felix.

As soon as a number pops up on the screen you immediately write it down, since is the way they're going to receive the fans' votes. Luckily, your friend lend you her phone to send messages too, so you don't hesitate to start, and also posting on your media to help out as well.

A few weeks ago you wouldn't even thought you were going to be doing this, but it's been a long time since you were so dedicated to any band or artist, so getting the passionate experience of being a dedicated fan again is really nice.

As soon as the stages start you feel so happy and so highly strung, but you had nothing to worry about since they were doing amazing. The feedback they were getting was great although there were some things missing due to the nervousness they must be feeling as well. Over all, they were giving amazing performances and you felt really happy for them.

When Minho and Felix finally make their appearance it's when the fans gather and start sending their votes. The group makes an amazing performance of Hellevator that shows off their hard work, and the fans doesn't get behind when the MC announces a mid-results revelation of the votes, showing that 96% of the people who casted their vote, want Stay Kids with no members left behind.

Everyone is shocked, yes, but not because they didn't know the fans obviously wanted those results; but they thought the gap would be wider. That only increased their hopes and made Jinyoung know what his priority should be when making a final decision.

After a few performances more, with some clips of the guys preparing for this very moment, the time has finally come to know what does the future hold for them. It's a big moment. The members who were eliminated on previous challenges are on the center of the stage. It's a tense moment, especially since the MC is repeating himself and keeping the suspense.

Once Jinyoung starts talking everyone listens carefully, but at some point Chan stops listening. He feels so disconnected for a moment there, he feels incredibly nervous, shaking, just hoping for the best. You are at the edge of your seat, hands shaking as well; your friend has come to check on you a few times and every time she entered the room she just saw you more and more anxious. But the results are finally here; you both just feel an amazing feeling once you hear the long-awaited: "Congratulations, Stray Kids will be 8 members."

You jump off your seat and your friend enters the room almost running, and giving you a hug after seeing the expression of victory and happiness on your face.

"Hey, I'm so glad everything worked out for them! Don't you think we should prepare something special for them? Ask them to come any day and we'll see."

You don't think it twice, and immediately send Chan a text message, firstly congratulating him for this great outcome, and inviting all of them to celebrate in the cafeteria. To your surprise, he replies a few minutes after the broadcast ends.

Thank you so so much for your support, _____

I don't think I could've gone through all of this without your help!

And thank you for this invitation, is tomorrow a good day? We'd be happy to come by, x

So with the butterflies in your stomach and tinted cheeks, you confirm him, willing to do your best for their visit.

When they enter the coffee shop, they notice the decorations and smile, tons of ballons in red, black and white, a banner that reads 8 is fate, and a special brew on the menu named after them.

Chan greets you with a hug and whispers a sincerely thank you, "You did this all yourself?"

"Yeah, well, I got a little help from my friends of course. They also became fans of you, so we all prepared this for you, guys. Do you like it?"

"It's amazing, I swear, thank you!" He says, still looking around in awe. "Let me introduce you to the guys, alright?"

So you approach the table where they have taken seat, some of them taking pictures and thanking the workers for this. Chan clears his throat for everyone to listen to him.

"Guys, there's someone I'd like you to meet," He shyly says, turning to face you. "This is ____, I met him here a few weeks ago and has helped me a lot, but you know this already. Also, a big fan of ours ever since."

You smile and wave at them, to which Felix sweetly smiles at you: "We've heard a lot about you, _____! It's great to finally meet you. Channie hyung has talked about you for a long, long time, I thought you were his boyfriend."

Everyone laughs and agrees with him, making Chan turn red.

"Oh, really? Well, it's a shame he hasn't asked me out yet, I've been waiting a long while." You respond, making them boo at Chan for not doing it earlier.

Without saying more, you go back to the kitchen to start preparing the beverages and pastries along with your friends, and after giving them to the guys with more congratulations and thanks, Chan grabs you by the hand and looks at you, serious. "Can we talk for a minute?"

You nod, suddenly feeling dizzy. You guide him to the staff area and pretend not to be nervous, even though your legs feel shaky.

"What's up, is everything okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, this is awesome, again, thank you so much for this, but uhm... I wanted to ask you about... you know, earlier." He scratches the back of his neck and takes a deep breath. "I'll just ask; did you mean what you said? About me asking you out?"

You swear you feel your heart stop for a moment, but gather up the courage to answer: "Yes, I meant that." You chuckle at Chan's reaction, who seems to be in shock. "Honestly, you can't blame me. You're just an amazing person, and meeting you has been the highlight of my life, no joke. However, if you only intend to be friends with me, that's alright. I don't wanna make you feel uncomfortable around me or make you feel pressured, I just wanted to let you know that I like you."

Chan smiles and doesn't hesitate to give you a tight hug. He feels his heart beating fast, but at the same time he feels this ease. He's so glad to hear that from you.

"Thank god I wasn't the only one feeling this way." He murmurs and separates from you. "I couldn't wrap my head around it, especially since I was going through that difficult moment, but last night I just confirmed my suspicions. When I got that text from you, there was nothing else I could think of but coming here to you, to tell you I like you. I like you too, and I am so glad to hear you do too."

The biggest smile appears on your face, and you swear you could melt from the warmth and comfort you were feeling right now. You hugged Chan again, feeling incredibly lucky.

After a moment of just hugging and feeling this calm, you look at him in the eyes, "So... Is it okay if I ask you out?"

He giggles and hides his face with his hands, "I can't believe this is happening. Yes, of course yes. I'd love to go out with you."

You can't help but giving him another big hug, hiding your face on the crook of his neck and smelling his sweet smell along with the coffee.

Chan smoothly moves his hands on your back and pulls you a bit closer, "Thank you for staying by my side this whole time. And for making me feel like I was not alone."

"Happy to, I'm glad things turned out this way." You murmur and separate a bit, his face right in front of you, his breath against your lips and his eyes fixed on yours, "So, would you like more coffee?"

Chan giggles, seeing you got nervous, but then he gives you a small kiss on your cheek. "Of course. Let's go."

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worseforwords · 1 year

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The Strawberry Song - Part 3 (Alessia Russo x Reader)

I recommend you read the other parts first, you can find them here: Part 1, Part 2

Also, at some point during this part the reader will sing the song again. It might be nice to listen to it again or read the full lyrics, which you can both find in part 2!

You were woken up by the sound of your alarm, letting you know that you had in fact slept. Even if it was just for a few hours, sleep had been scarce this week, so you were happy with any snippet of slumber you could get. Like most previous mornings, you immediately reached out for your phone to check your notifications. Unlike those other mornings, the person who had occupied your mind all week had actually messaged you.

Lessi 🍓: Bench, noon

Your heart rate immediately accelerated upon reading the message. Even though it was rather short and cold, it told you just what you wanted to hear: she still wanted to meet up with you. You got out of bed and turned on some music in the bathroom before dancing in the shower, nearly slipping on the wet floor twice.

One of the things that had occupied your mind all week, was how to organise the perfect date to reignite the flame between the two of you. However, you were unsure whether there would be a date at all, so you hadn’t really prepared anything. The word “bench” in her text told you exactly where she wanted to meet you, and given the location, a park, you figured a picnic would be nice. You spent the morning going grocery shopping, to buy food for said picnic, and you filled your bag with fresh bread, a homemade salad and, obliviously, strawberries. You also managed to print out a movie schedule and wrote down some restaurant options on the back. Fully prepared and satisfied with yourself, you left the house with a wide grin on your face.

When you arrived at the park, you went straight to the all too familiar bench below a large willow tree. With long, graceful willow branches draping, gently grazing the ground, creating a round canopy above the bench with an opening at the front, this was the perfect spot for any romantic occasion, and it had been for many of your previous dates. As you sat yourself down on the bench, you couldn’t help but reminisce about some of those moments.

At your first date you had taken her out to a nice café, and you decided to take a walk afterwards as you weren’t nearly finished talking. You ended up on the willow bench, continuing to talk for at least an hour. Even though you were both still very awkward back then, you completely lost track of time, and both of you ended up having to leave in a hurry, agreeing to meet again soon to finish your conversations.

The second time on the bench, was on your third date. You had taken Alessia to a lovely looking restaurant, which you left as soon as you could because the waiter kept flirting with her, making her incredibly uncomfortable. Most other restaurant were full at that time, as it was a Friday night, so you ended up getting take out from a new falafel place and eating it on the bench. Even though that date didn’t go as planned at all, in hindsight it was one of your favourites. The food wasn’t very good, but you ended up throwing fries at each other trying to catch them with your mouths and you attempted doing keepy-uppies together with the falafel balls, which of course she had the upper hand in, but both of you had a good laugh at you miserable failure. When it started getting colder you snuggled up on the bench. You gathered some courage, looked up at her and asked if you could kiss her, before sharing your first sober kiss. It was that day you truly fell for her.

The third time on the bench was during date number five, which had been somewhat more casual. When you once again sat on the bench under the willow tree however, you pulled out your phone and headphones, to play a personalised playlist you made for the both of you. “These are all songs that remind me of you, and us, so far. I added 10 songs for now, but I plan on adding many more for our future memories.” She blushed as the both of you enjoyed the music you had picked out in silence.

The fourth time on the bench was after date number six. This time, she had taken the lead, taking you out to her favourite Italian place in town. You ended up at the bench again and it was then and there that she asked you to be her girlfriend, to which you immediately said yes, without any hesitation.

And now here you were, sitting on a bench varnished with beautiful memories, hoping that what was about to take place wouldn’t become the memory to ruin them all. You were rummaging through your bag in search of your phone, when you felt a hand on your shoulder, and as you looked up you were met with the same pair of eyes that stood out in every single one of the memories had just occupied your mind. “Hi.” You said softly. “Hi.” Alessia replied. You stood up to hug her, but soon hesitated, wondering whether she would be okay with that. She looked at you questioningly. You decided to just hold out your hand. “Oh, come here.” She said as she pulled you in for a hug. It was short and kind of awkward, but still, there was a hug, and you briefly got to touch her again.

You sat back down and so did she, leaving a distinct gap between the two of you. You didn’t really know what to say, as you were kind of expecting her to start talking, but when she didn’t immediately speak you reached for your backpack to show her the food you brought for the picnic. “Y/N, wait.” She suddenly said, reaching her arm across your bag before you could open it. “I think we should talk first.” “Right.” You said as you put your bag back down. You waited for a bit, but again, she didn’t speak, so you decided to take matters into your own hands. “Less, I have to ask, did Ella change your mind about this?” You asked, gesturing at the both of you. “You know, us?” Alessia sighed audibly, as she took a while to compose her thoughts on the matter.

“Okay first of all, sorry about Ella, she’s just being protective.” She finally said. “I get it, she should be.” You answered, looking at your shoes, knowing you couldn’t look her in the eyes with the guilt you felt. “Second,” she continued steadfast, “I can make my own decisions you know.” She looked straight ahead as the wind blew some of the hairs that had fled her ponytail across her face. “Right, of course, sorry. I just thought, since you ignored me all week-” “And that brings me to my third point, remember when I said I wanted to take things slow?” You stayed silent as you realised you didn’t respect her wishes at all this past week, constantly trying to contact her. “That means we can’t just go back to texting every day like nothing happened. I meant what I said, we can slowly start meeting up again and see where it goes, but I don’t just want to jump back into old routines, Y/N.” It was now your turn to gather your thoughts. “I’m sorry Less, you’re right. How about I let you take the lead from now on? You set the pace, I’ll follow. Okay?” “Okay.”

The rest of the date went by in a heartbeat. It was still awkward at times, but you mostly just caught up on everything you missed in each others lives. She told you silly locker room stories, and about her upcoming matches, as you told her about the new gigs you had planned and a weird fan interaction you experienced the other day. At some point you awkwardly admitted to having planned a picnic and you ended up eating some of the food you brought. “Strawberries, of course.” She chuckled.

It wasn’t a very long date and as promised Alessia took the lead, heading home after about 45 minutes, but not before asking you if you wanted to hang out again next week. “I’d love that, and just to be clear, no texting or calling before then?” You asked. “See, you’re learning already.” She chuckled.

The next few weeks, as promised, you slowly started to see each other again. You did everything in your power to be the best girlfriend in the world, doing everything on her pace, always waiting for her to text, call, ask you out, or initiate anything at all. The furthest you went was asking her if you could plan a date for once, which she thankfully agreed to, but not without a comprehensive list of demands about the duration, location and even something she she called the romance factor.

Nearly two months went by, and you were still going out of your way to do everything right for her, hoping to regain her trust little by little. At times it was exhausting, but you were certain it was for the best, as you were on a mission. Although there were little cues that indicated she wasn’t quite there yet. Like when you had planned a date she would often text or call an hour before to check if you hadn’t forgotten about it. Or when you’d achieve any sort of accomplishment, before even congratulating you she’d ask you whether you’d go out to celebrate, concern often clear in her voice. She even started asking questions about fans at gigs, specifically girls and the attention they’d give you. The latter genuinely offended you, as you never did anything even remotely close to cheating, which she should know.

It also didn’t help that Ella was keeping an eye on you the whole time. After a few weeks and a lot of convincing on Alessia’s part, she actually agreed on being in the same room as you, but that didn’t mean she’d make nice conversation. You mostly tried to ignore her fiery, wary eyes burning holes in your back whenever she stood behind you however, as it was someone else’s trust you were after.

It had been about three months since you had started seeing each other again, when Alessia came to one of your gigs. You decided this was the perfect time to finally make a romantic gesture again. You convinced your band to do an intermezzo of sorts, and after a few songs your band members suddenly left the stage like you told them to do. You leaned forward to speak into your microphone as the crowd looked at you expectantly. “Hi everyone, I’m going to play something slightly different now. This one is for a very special person. You know who you are.” Your eyes scanned the relatively small crowd to find Alessia, taking just a little too long before you finally noticed her curious eyes somewhere in the crowd. You smiled and send her a quick wink, before laying down the first chord, to which a heartfelt smile of recognition appeared on Alessia’s face.

Night skies, dark and stormy Soft cries, as you lay before me

Your voice trembled ever so slightly as you sang your first line, never having sung solo for such a crowd before, but you quickly shifted your gaze back to Alessia, making everyone else disappear. You felt every word you sang, melodies carrying your passion through the room.

I vow, to love you like you should be loved

When you got to the last line, you closed your eyes, putting every bit of meaning behind the vow. Your eyes remained closed and you stayed still as you let the sound die out, silently guiding the crowd to do the same. When there was nothing but silence left you opened your eyes again. “Thank you.” The crowd erupted, but you were still completely focussed on one particular face. Alessia was glowing. You did also notice she brought Ella, who now dramatically rolled her eyes at you, but you couldn’t help but notice the corner of her mouth curling up ever so slightly, hiding the small smile on her face.

Apparently, by performing solo you had suddenly gained al lot of interest from fans, as many people wanted to speak with you and take pictures after the show. It was all quite overwhelming, but you were raised to be polite, and so you stayed for a bit before quickly going backstage to find Alessia. “Y/N!” You suddenly heard behind you when you entered the backstage hallway. “Dani! Oh my god, hey!” With everything going on you had completely forgotten that your cousin was in town this week. “Mam, you can’t come back here.” Some security guy called out as he grabbed Danielle by the arm. “No please, it’s okay, she’s with me.” “Oh, sorry about that.” The man said as he let go of your cousin.

“Wow, Y/N, you’ve made it big haven’t you? Security and everything.” Danielle said as you walked her into the backstage area. “Yeah, I guess so.” You chuckled. “Thank you for coming by the way, I hope you liked it.” “It was amazing! You were amazing, Y/N, I am so proud of you.” She said genuinely, making you smile shyly. “So how have you been, how’s life in the states?” Ever since your cousin moved to America about 4 years ago, your contact was limited to transatlantic phone calls, which were difficult to plan due to the time difference, so it was fair to say you had gone out of touch.

“Great. We just bought a house actually.” She answered. “Wow, Dani, that’s amazing!” “Yeah, yeah, whatever, I want to hear more about this special person you were talking about on stage!” She quickly exclaimed. You rolled your eyes, but you knew she wasn’t just going to drop this. “All right, so there’s this girl.” You started, sitting down on a hallway bench, tapping the empty spot next to you. “Her name is Alessia, she is the kindest person in the world and she is breathtakingly beautiful.” You couldn’t help but smile as you talked about her. Dani sat herself down next to you. “Wow, Y/N/N, you’re head over heals in love with this girl, aren’t you?” Dani said as she teasingly poked your sides, making you giggle and blush.

When she stopped your smile quickly turned into a small frown, as you remembered your current situation. “Hey, what’s wrong?” Dani asked. You and her used to be inseparable when you were younger, getting through childhood and puberty together, always side by side. So even though you didn’t talk much these days, she knew you through and through and she immediately noticed something was off. You sighed before talking her through your current situation. When you were done she pulled you into a tight hug. “I’m sorry, Y/N.” “Sorry for what?” You asked, slightly confused. “Sorry for what I’m about to say.” She said, swallowing hard before she continued. “I’m going to be real with you Y/N/N, this situation is not healthy. I get that you made a mistake, and that you feel that you have no say in all of this because of it, but it sounds like there is no room for you to breathe in this relationship. It seems to me like hardly any progress has been made so far. I can tell that you love her Y/N, and I get wanting to fight for her, but what’s the use of fighting if there’s no prospect of ever winning.” She blurted out, taking you aback. “No, no there’s definitely progress, I- I think.” You sputtered out. “I- she- we just need more time, I promise.” She looked at you with a pitiful expression as you tried to brush off her words. “I erm- I have to go, I’m sorry. Good night Dani. I’ll see you soon okay?” You didn’t let her answer as you speed walked towards the exit.

As you stood outside in the cold air, you finally fully processed what Danielle had just expressed to you. Could she be right? Were you fighting a hopeless fight? You took out your phone to check the time and you noticed a text from Alessia, telling you she went home about fifteen minutes ago. “Shit.” You sighed, as you quickly left the venue to drive to her place.

It took a while for her to answer, but she eventually let you into her house. It wasn’t a warm welcome either, as she acted cold and distant. “So I take it you didn’t like me playing your song?” You asked, with a slight tone of sarcasm. Alessia didn’t answer, instead just staring at a wall as she stiffly sat on her couch. “I’m sorry Less, I really thought I could make a small gesture by now, but that’s my bad, from now on I’ll refrain from taking any initiative at all.” You tried to be sincere but there was audible resentment in your voice. “No, Y/N, that’s not what this is about.” She muttered, still not looking at you. “Then what is it? Did I make you wait for too long? I’m sorry for having other people to talk to Less. I am really trying here, so so hard, trying to do everything perfectly for you.” You said now standing in front of her, causing her to look up at you.

“Who is she?” She asked out of nowhere. “Who is who?” “That girl you were talking to backstage. Ella saw you two flirting, getting all touchy.” You couldn’t believe her and you felt a fire inside you ignite at the accusatory question. “You still don’t trust me one bit do you?” You raised your voice in astonishment. “Well how can I if I find out you’re flirting with some random groupie at your concert?” “Oh my god Less, I wasn’t-” “Oh shut it,” she interrupted you, “she saw you, I knew you hadn’t changed.” “Excuse me?” You exclaimed, flabbergasted, to which she just scoffed. “That was my cousin, and last time I checked, I’m not from Alabama nor are we in Game of Thrones.” You said, frantically pacing the room. “Oh.” She said, suddenly staring at the floor. “Sorry, that’s my bad.” It was your turn to scoff now.

“It’s just that Ella said-” “Less,” you interrupted her, “it’s been three months. Are you ever going to trust me again?” You seemed to have startled her with that question as she kept her gaze on the floor. You dropped to you knees, kneeling before her to force her to look at you, as you really wanted an answer this time. “I- I really want to, Y/N, but I am honestly not sure.” She finally blurted out. “Are you really not sure, or just in denial?” You asked coldly, to which she threw her hands in the air. “You’re putting me on the spot here Y/N, I don’t know what to say.” She said desperately.

“We can’t keep going like this, it’s not healthy. I get it, I fucked up, I told you I’d do anything to fix it, but this isn’t fixing it, is it? Me running after you like some obedient puppy, waiting for you to give me any sign that I’m good enough. I can’t keep doing that, not if nothing changes.” You finally let out, tears welling up in your eyes. She dropped her head in her hands. “Y/N, I’m sorry, I just need more time.” She muttered from inside her hands. “I need to know there’s at least some progress, that we’re on the right track.” You said, still trying to get an answer out of her, but she remained quiet. “But there isn’t any, is there? We’re just running in circles at this point. Tell me right now that this is going somewhere Less.” You said, grabbing her hands away from her face, forcing her to look at you again. The sight was brutal, she clearly had been sobbing underneath the hands that were covering her face.

“I- I don’t know what to tell you Y/N/N.” She said quietly, followed by a silence in which both of you shared regretful expressions, tears streaming down your faces as you looked into each others eyes. “It’s okay Less, I get it, trust is hard to repair. If anything, I am to blame for breaking it in the first place. So it’s okay, really. It’s not your fault.” You said, still holding on to her hands. “What are you saying?” She said, a defeated look on her face. “Goodbye, Alessia. Thank you for everything, and again, I am really sorry.” You pulled her into a tight embrace as tears still streamed down your face.

As you got into your car you texted Danielle to come over, and when you arrived at your place, she was already there waiting for you. “Y/N what happened?” She asked as you dragged your body inside, almost collapsing on the doormat. “Oh Y/N/N, it’s okay, come here.” She softly grabbed your wrist and she laid you down on the couch, she herself laying down behind you holding you in a tight embrace as you started sobbing uncontrollably. You wanted to rip your heart out of your chest as you felt lighting bolts of sorrow repeatedly strike it with a crushing ache. “It’s okay, I’ve got you.” Dani whispered from behind you, softly caressing your hair. “I’ve got you, Y/N.”

“I’ve got you.”

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Saviour Complex: Chapter 1

Chapter One: The Stranger

Pairing - Solider Boy x Fem!Reader Summary - Y/n completes a good deed; it ends up turning on her. Warnings - Mentions of death and violence, alcohol use, mentions of drug abuse Words - 2.6K

A/n - Soon to be posted on ao3 too!

MASTERLIST / Series Masterlist

New York could be a scary place if you ever looked too closely. With Supes and their newest rivals, the supe-terrorists, it had just gotten scarier. So, Y/n, who had simply had enough of all the supe news which was being shoved down their throats, decided to not look too closely. She switched the channel to sick reality TV and limited social media to her friends and their rabid-looking pets. Maybe it was stupid to cut herself off from news like that.

No, it was definitely stupid. And, as she walked into a convenience store after her shift, hand glued to her phone and headphone sitting around her neck, just loud enough that she could still hear the song that played through them, she was about to realise how stupid.

She wandered around the aisles, picking up things where needed, packet noodles, hot sauce and then, to wash that all down, she headed for the alcohol aisle which was situated at the back of the store. Her eyes scanned the various glass bottles as she debated what flavour of drunk she favoured tonight.

Her thoughts had been interrupted as the guy next her started huffing rather loudly as if he was eager to make a point. She glanced to him, long hair, longer bread and a red and grey tracksuit which, if she cared to look too closely, she would have realised was littered in spots of blood. "You alright there buddy?" She asked him with a raised brow.

He huffed once more, a bright green bottle in hand, "What is an-" He paused as if to make sure he was reading it right, "Apple sour?"

She made a quick assumption: "Are you high?" His head tilted in even more confusion. "I mean if you are, I don't care, trust me but-"

"When did there become so much choice?" He gestured back to the serval drinks that stared them both down. "I mean who'd even want this over-" He then took a bottle of Jack. "Over cheap, whiskey?"

Definitely high.

He looked at the two bottles, flickering between them. The question had been a rhetorical one, but Y/n still answered it, "Teenagers, light-weights." She shrugged and soon met the glare of the stranger, instantly regretting ever opening her mouth.

He put the bottle of sours back on the shelf. "Do you have money?"

She tensed; how had she gotten in such a shit situation on a Wednesday night? "Fuck," She said under her breath. "Are you robbing me?"

"No." He said and Y/n suddenly became as confused as he. He turned and put the bottle back on the shelf.

It dawned on her then, as he started walking away, that he wasn't a low-level criminal or a stoner. No, he was just a very tired, very confused, homeless man. "Wait," She called and shifted on his feet to look back at her. It was her turn to huff as she took the bottle of Jack and walked to his side, "I have a couch and a shower at my apartment, if you promise not to be a dick about it, you can use them both so people don't think you're high." She offered.

In that moment, she believed she was doing a good deed, letting her saviour complex take over. He'd have a shower, get some sleep and then she'd find him some help in the morning before her shift started. It wouldn't take her long to come to the realisation that her saviour complex had just doomed her.

The stranger nodded, "Thank you." He said before they walked to the cashier, paid for their items and walked back to Y/n's apartment.

He wasn't much of a talker. Y/n thought she might have freaked him out before, but he seemed to settle once they entered her studio apartment. It wasnt much, but it got her by. She instructed the stranger over to the bathroom, leaving him be as the sound of water falling became nothing but background noise. She started cooking her dried noodles, her favourite source of nutrients. By the time she finished, the stranger wasn't too far behind.

The sound of the door unlocking alerted Y/n, as she snapped her head around. She had been sitting cross-legged on her couch, the dirty bowl laying in front of her on the coffee table. What she hadn't expected was to gaze her eyes on a clean-shaven, fresh haired, man. If she looked at him now, she certainly wouldn't have pictured him to a homeless man.

"Oh," She couldn't help but speak as she stood from the couch, "You're beard." She gestured to her own chin.

"Oh yeah," He said as he started to wander around the apartment. "Though I may as well."

Y/n nodded, unsure and still pretty confused about the stranger that dwelled in her home. "What exactly did you use to you know, cut your beard off?" Well, most of it anyway.

He didn't meet her gaze, too focused on inspecting around her living room for something that was much more important. "Just the razor in the shower." Her razor, she thought.

She winced at the idea, "Great," The girl muttered under her breath, matched with the mental note that she needed to throw said razor out at the first moment she got. "What are you looking for?" She finally inquired when he started sieving through the several coats and jackets that hung by the front door.

The stranger turned to face her, "Clothes." Suppose the dirty tracksuit was no longer sufficient for him.

"I don't think I'd have any that'd fit you." She answered awkwardly as he retracted his fingers from the coat rack. "You know you haven't even told me your name yet." She reminded him.

His brows became knitted as he observed Y/n as if he wasn't quite sure of her intentions. But he risked it and responded with his chest puffed out, "Soldier boy."

Y/n was more confused than ever. So much so, she laughed. Such a silly name, that she could only assume that it had been a joke. The stranger, on the other hand, he kept a straight line sealed into his lips. "Sorry, I just, I meant-" She stopped as a sudden, daunting realisation hit her.

There were a few reasons for the certain confusion that plagued Soldier Boy. At first, Y/n assumed that it was because he was homeless or high or both. But as she stared at him now, she whittled it down to one, singular, ultimate reason. He wasn't homeless, no, he was a fucking Supe. Y/n had opened her front door wide for a fucking supe. A supe of which, she'd like to add, she had never heard of before. Now he was staring her down and she was beginning to feel the pressure.

"Shit," She swore through the sudden knowledge. "You're a supe, aren't you?" Her nerves grew like vines attacking her confident facade.

He stood up straighter as he answered, "You only just realised?" He tilted his head, "You haven't heard of me?" There seemed a kind of annoyance that laced his tone which made Y/n wish she had never said anything.

The girl shook her head, "No. I try not to pay attention to supe news anymore." She wasn't sure how he was going to react, he was quiet and it was taunting her. So she moved closer to him. "I'm no good with the whole hero thing, so," She paused and offered her hand to shake. "I'm Y/n and I'm sure as hell not calling you Soldier Boy, so, if you have another name, preferably a more normal one, I'd like to know it."

Soldier Boy wasn't used to this. He wasn't used to any of it. The food that was ready and made within minutes, the choice of alcohol in the stores and the unusual woman who had offered the comforts of her home to him. Yet something urged him on and he took her hand and the offer that came with it. "Ben." He told her his name. His real name.

His grip soon let go and he waited for her to speak first. "Now, Ben, tell me what the fuck I need to do to get you out of my life and back to saving the city." Y/n hadn't realised how wrong she had been in using the term 'saving', but it would only take her the next day to figure it out.

She watched as Ben rushed around her studio, grasping a notepad and then a pen, speaking aloud as he did so, "I need to find someone." He stopped for a moment, leaning the paper against the counter top to look to Y/n. "Do you have access to the internet?"

Y/n would have given a lecture about how the internet how progressed, but he seemed hurried so she left it be and nodded her head, "Yes, most people do."

"Great." He uttered before jotting down a name. He pulled the paper from the notepad and wandered back over to Y/n, passing it over, "I need you to find me the address of this man."

She took the paper and instantly grew annoyed. "The legend?" She read with brows raised as if this were some stupid joke meant to waste her time. "You're kidding right?"

His expression never faulted from the sternness that plagued him. "You haven't heard of the legend?" Now he made her feel as if she were the idiot. "Do you now any supes?" He then questioned her.

"Of course." She answered before she could even think of one off the top of her head. So there followed an awkward pause before she finally spit out, "Homelander."

"What-Lander?" He asked with a scowl just at the name.

Y/n gave up on trying to make her point as she snatched her phone from her pocket. "I'll find this man for you and then we can go back to normal." She flashed a smile before walking over to the couch, muttering quietly to herself that, "Then I no longer have a supe in my fucking apartment."

It didn't take her long to locate the man. Suppose when you have a name like the legend, you must be well enough known. He worked for Vought before it was plastered all over the news about super-terroists and what not. Y/n knew nothing about him. She wasn't even sure if what she was doing was safe but she'd never expected this stranger she welcomed into her home to be a supe, so whatever it took to kick him out, she would do.

"He's fifteen minutes away." She finally spoke as she switched her phone off with the new found address.

Ben hadn't done much to help. In fact, other than writing the name, Ben hadn't done anything at all. He'd been seated at the kitchen counters, eating his newest favourite invention: the pot noodle. "Let's go then." He said after shoving a spoonful of food into his mouth, Y/n watching in disgust.

She huffed already walking towards her front door, "Lets." She uttered quietly as Ben joined her side, exiting the small little studio she called her own.

Y/n didn't know much about this guy. She knew nothing - other than what was on his Wikipedia page. So it was unusual as they walked up to his 10-bedroom home, knocking against the double doors and waiting awkwardly. It got even more strange when the door opened. 'The legend' as Ben had called him seemed completely star-struck. There came no hello, no greeting at all. Instead, the older man, who looked as if he had a dodgy past, simply asked: "Where the fuck have you been?"

He invited them both in, practically urging him into his house which was plastered with framed photographs of himself and other famous celebrities - if you could call them that. "I just need a few things." Said Ben as he followed the legend through his home which was much bigger than Y/n's.

"Have a drink while you're here." He insisted, already reaching for the alcohol cupboard. "Both of you." He glanced back to Y/n who suddenly seemed caught off caught as she was dragged into the conversation.

Almost immediately, her head shook. "Oh no, I can't, I need to get going soon." She declined with a polite smile.

"Oh come on, I've got to know the girl who Solider Boy picked up." He winked to the boy and Ben didn't say anything; it made Y/n scowl.

She scoffed in return, "Ben didn't 'pick me up'." She snapped back.

That only seemed to make things worse as the legend raised a brow in a cheeky way, "On first name bases now?"

"I thought he was a confused homeless man, so I offered him the couch at my apartment." Y/n would have felt mean for saying that had it not been for the fact that it was prompted - by both of them. Another reminder as to why she needed to leave as fast as she was able.

Neither of the two men said anything. Instead they stared at her with narrowed eyes as if grasping who she was. It was the legend who made the next move. He took a bottle of whisky, the expensive kind, and then three glasses and poured each of them. Before he or Ben drank anything, he slipped the glass over to her. "Just one drink."

She looked at the drink that was awaiting her on the shiny kitchen counter. Then she glanced up to the legend. He was waiting rather intently. They both were. It took her a moment, but she grasped the drink and took a long sip before both of them followed suit.

One drink turned into too many. She didn't like the company she was in, well it certainly wasn't the people she'd choose to spend her time with. But the whisky was a nice one, it was smooth and as she gathered, expensive. The type she and her little studio apartment would definitely not be able to afford. So she sipped the many drinks until the bottle emptied. And when the legend offered, "There's a spare bedroom if you can't get a taxi this late." She and Ben couldn't help but accept it. She was left convincing herself that there was no other choice.

It also meant sharing a bed with Ben. But, as the rest of the house, the bed was far bigger than anything Y/n had known, so she was more than happy as they stumbled into the bedroom. She reached for the bed first, taking the right side. "I'll two minutes." Informed Ben before he wandered into the adjacent bathroom.

She hummed in response, muttering a, "Okay." Then she shifted, reaching for the tv remote on the bedside table. Pressing a few buttons it finally switched up, showcasing the latest news.

Y/n had taken barely any interest until a headline that was situated on the bottom of the screen suddenly read the name 'Solider boy'. She sat upward, watching as CTV footage depicted a man, a bearded man in a red, dirty tracksuit. He was in the midst of a street she assumed must have been in New York, within a matter of moments, a great deal of power was released from Solider boy's chest, creating utter chaos.

That was soldier boy. That was Ben. That was the fucking Supe Y/n had let into her home. The same one she was about to share a bed with.

One word left her lips in that moment: "Fuck."

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dadyscumslutprincess20 · 1 year

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|Her Bad Boy | Niragi x Reader | Chapter 1|

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Reader Pov

Beep Beep Beep

Slam!!

After stopping the alarm, I got out of bed and headed towards the bathroom. Once I entered the bathroom I began to brush my teeth and proceeded to the shower after a hour in the shower I headed back to my room to get ready for school

After getting dressed I checked the time 7:00 am still got enough time I then started to do my make up

After I was finished I left my room closing the door behind me, I walked downstairs once, I then greeted my mom and sister grabbed a apple and some banana bread, then headed out the door as I finished my apple I threw it in a nearby trash can . After I threw away my trash I quickly ran to the bus stop ,I waited a good 15 minutes before the bus arrived , as I waited for the bus I plugged in my headphones and listened to music. After 3 minutes of looking in my phone for a song to play I noticed that some one was beside me, I turned to take a look at the person , only to see a boy about 4 inches taller then me , his uniform was almost the same as mine , his pants wear black and he wore a black jacket over his top , he had on glass and was extremely quiet and kept his head down.... Hmm kinda cute you thought as your thoughts were ended when you heard the bus pull up beside , as you turn your head toward the bus you proceed to get on the bus and payed your fare. When you were done paying you headed to one of the seats in the far back corner. When you were finally seated you checked the time again 7:24 am, I then checked all my social media as I went though my Facebook I see a notification pop up , signaling that I had a new message

~text mode~

1 new message

Emma: Hey I was checking if you made it to school yet..??!

Y/n: Not exactly ...I'm bout 15-20 minutes away, I just got on the bus

Emma: Oh ok same lol.. meet in class?!

Y/n: okay

~text mode over ~

After texting Emma I noticed that I had about 15 more minutes before making it to school, I suddenly felt some ones presence next to me so I turned to see the same boy from earlier he was still looking down fidgeting with his fingers, for some reason I was curious about him but I don't know why exactly... so I decided to tap him on the shoulder

Y/n: hi I'm y/n, I noticed you we are wearing the same uniform do you also attend (your school name)

Boy: .....yeah (still looking down)

Y/n: cool ...so what grade are you

Boy: ....senior year (continues the look down)

Y/n: cool ..nice meet you.....(takes his hand and shakes it)

Boy: ...niragi (looks at your hand)

As I continued to hold my hand out I noticed that he wasn't going the shake it so I grabbed his hand and shook it myself

Y/n: Well niragi nice to me you

For the rest of the ride we continued to talk as we got colder to the school

~15 minutes later ~

After getting off the bus I asked niragi if he wanted to walk the rest of the way together which he just shook his head and we continued our walk to school together. When we finally arrived I asked niragi which class he had which was the same class as mine so we walked in class together as we entered the classroom everyone looked at us which caused niagri to look down and fidget with his fingers some started to whisper while others continued to stare but who cares...right?!! Walking into the class more I began to scan the room for my two best friends after scanned the room for a few minutes I noticed them sitting in the far back so I grabbed Niragi's arm and dragged him behind me when we were finally in front of my friends I let his arm go to introduce him to my friends

Y/n: hey Emma , hey Ana (hugs them both then take a seat next to them )

Emma : hey y/n

Ana: hey so who's your friend (looking a niragi)

Y/n: oh this is niragi I met him today on the bus he's really nice so BE NICE ( stares at Ana )

Ana: alright alright.. (holds hands up in surrender)

Emma : well hi niragi I'm Emma and this (points to Ana) this is Ana

Niragi: ....hi (still looking down)

Y/n: oh come on seat next to me it's ok ( pats the seat beside you )

Niragi : (hesitantly seats down)

After niragi sat down the teacher walked in and told us the assignment

Teacher : ok guys today your going to work in groups of 4 your choice, I want you all to create a slide show of three countries of your choice , here should be 3-4 slide for each country, lastly at the end of the slide show I would need a compare and contrast of the three countries of your choice, please make sure to add your first and last names on the slide show and that would be all for today please find your groups

When the teacher was done explaining the project, Me, Emma and Ana began discussing the project I then turned to niragi

Y/n : hey niragi your going the work with us ok (smiles)

Niragi: ok (smiles back)

~time skip~

It was now lunch time so we decided to head to the lunch place room after grabbing our lunch we Brahma to head to the table but I stopped remembering something

Y/n: hey guys maybe we should eat with niragi ( looks between Emma and Ana)

Emma: I mean I guess we can

Ana : where is he anyways ( looks around the lunch room)

Y/n: I don't know...where would he be ...(thinks for a minute)

Y/n : the rooftop

We then left the lunch room and headed towards the rooftop. After 5 minutes we finally made it to the rooftop and there on the bench sat niragi, we proceeded to walk towards him and I sat next to him while Emma and Ana sat on the next bench

Y/n: hey I thought u might be here (sits down)

Niragi: yeah ( continues to look at food)

Y/n: what's wrong your not hungry (began eating)

Niragi: not really

Y/n: so...do you always eat up here alone ( looks at niragi )

Niragi: ...yeah (continues to look at food)

Y/n: would you like me the eat with you from now on ( still looking at niragi)

Niragi: ....sure ( looks up at you)

Y/n : great (smiles)

Niragi:( smiles back)

Y/n: so..do you have any friends

Niragi : ....no (looks back down)

Y/n: we'll now you do (smiles again)

Niragi: yea (looks at you again and smiles)

Y/n:... But I must ask.. why don't you have any friends .. I mean your really handsome ( smiles and continues to look at niragi)

Niragi: ..I..(shocked) I ...don't know

Niragi pov

After hearing her call me handsome I didn't know what to say hell I didn't know what to say when she offered to be my friend I mean it's y/n lee one of the most prettiest girls in school I had a crush on her every since freshman year and she's finally talking to me.... could this be a set up from my bullies? Does she know my bullies? Or is she really being nice to me ? I was cut from my thought when I heard some one calling my name

Y/n: niragi...niragi...NIRAGI

Me: oh sorry I was thinking about something ( shakes head)

Y/n: oh like what ( staring at me)

Me:..nothing ( looks back down)

Y/n: we'll I was asking if you had a phone so we could exchange numbers for the project ( still staring at me )

Me: oh...ugh.. yea (takes out phone and hands it to her)

Y/n: great (she smiles and take my phone handing me hers)

I then added my contact in her phone.

After a while she gave me my phone back and I saw she added her contact

~y/n🥰🍁~

I smiled seeing the emoji's she chose , as I was looking at the contact I heard the bell ring signaling that lunch was over and the last class of the day was now starting y/n then gave me a hug and said goodbye and that she would text me later I told her ok and watched her leave the rooftop, after she left I grabbed my things and headed to class myself. A few minutes later, I felt my body begging banged against the lockers I look up to see my bully Lee Chang and his three minions beside him

Lee Chang: hey douchebag , who your think you are the talk to my girl huh ( death staring me)

Me: ..who..who's your girlfriend (continue to look up at Chang)

Lee Chang: (laughs) I..you..Y/N HUH ( kicks me in the side)

Me: ( groans in pain holding side)

Lee Chang : listen to me and listen to me good ok ( grabs my hair and makes me look at him)

Lee Chang: If I EVER see you near her again and it won't be pretty do I make myself clear douchebag

Me: ....yea(whines in pain)

Lee Chang: good ( pushes head and kicks me again)

After Lee Chang and his minions left I grabbed all my courage to stand back up and head to class. As I went weed the class the teacher scolded me for being 3 minutes late, I just held my head down and continued towards my desk once I made it to my desk I put my head down and drifted off the sleep. A few minutes went by and I felt I tap on my desk I immediately raise my head to be met with the teacher asking if I was feeling ok to which I replied yes now you my be wondering why not tell or ask for help... even if I did it wouldn't be a big of a difference...giving the fact the principle is Lee Chang's father and if I were to go to him I wouldn't be able to make it out alive so instead I keep quiet and try to stay to myself. As class continued to go on, I started to look out the window that was right beside my desk. As I looked out the window I couldn't help but think when exactly did Lee Chang start the like y/n for as long as I came remember he was head over heels for a girl name Kim Seo~young who is well know around the school and from what I over hear not in a good way...so when and why y/n....do he know about my crush on her...no way I haven't told anyone...but a guy I thought was my friend a about two years ago.

After a while , I heated the bell ring and began to gather all my belongs and headed out the class room on my way out the school I headed a familiar voice call out my name .....y/n

Y/n : NIRAGI ( runs beside him)

Niragi: Hm ( looking straight ahead)

Y/n: wanna walk to the bus together (looks at niragi)

Niragi: ..um..(stops walking and looks at y/n)

Y/n : hm ( stops and looks at him also)

Niragi:(thinks for a minute) ...sure...(turns and continues to walk again)

Y/n: yay ( claps, smiles and continue the walk also)

After walking for a few minutes I felt as if some one was watching us so I turned around the check but there was no one there

Y/n: you ok? (Looks the direction niragi looking)

Niragi:... yeah...yeah come on ( turns and continue the walk)

After a few more minutes of walking and we finally made it to the bus stop, we then took a sit and started to chat again or she would question me like "where you like this all high school year", " why don't you have friends again", or "your so handsome do u have a girlfriend" to which I replied no and she simply ask "why" honestly I didn't know how to answer... because I never had a girlfriend...I was always bullied through school kindergarten, pre-school, middle school and sadly throughout my whole high school year nothing every changed and I never expected it to honestly. After a while ,the bus had arrived , as we entered the bus, payed then headed to our usual seat in the back of the bus.

~20 minutes later~

After getting off the bus we said goodbye and parted our ways. When I finally made it home , the smell of alcohol hits my nose immediately meaning one thing... my dad's back home and as usual drunk leaving the house a mess for me or my stepmother to clean up after. After removing my shoes , I headed straight towards my bedroom changing into sleeping clothes after changing I took off my glasses and put in my brown contacts. When I was done I decided to go straight the bed since it was already 10 pm.

As I lay in bed my mind began to wonder to y/n the way she smile, the way she could be around me without caring what others think. Slowly my eyes began to close and I drifted off into a deep sleep.

What would happen in the next chapter ....??!!

#alice in borderlands #niragi suguru #niragi x reader #niragi alice in borderland #alice in boderland x reader #usagi alice in borderland #arisu alice in borderland #aib chishiya #aib fanfic #fanfic #black reader #fem reader #female reader #alice in borderland

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theiris-storyvault · 2 years

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Change Your Ticket

Namjoon X Reader

Warning: None!

Genre: Fluff

a/n: Feeling down lately but there's nothing a little Joon fluff can't fix! I hope everyone's doing well 💙 Anyway, I got a little carried away writing this, but this is how I imagine falling in love with Joon 🫶🏻

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Time never stops going as the world never stops turning, but sometimes you wish it did. The beautiful golden skies, cool breeze, and freshly bloomed tulips across the street had been the most precious view, but the one you couldn't stop thinking about was in bed beside you. You didn't know how and why but it happened.

Placing your luggage by the closet, you hop quickly onto the white linen spread atop the cloud-like soft bed the Airbnb you've rented provided. Life got a little too tough to handle. Work had been nothing but a routine, people around expecting you to do everything for them the moment they need you to, not being able to smile from ear to ear like you used to because of the stress and anxiety that everything around you at home brought had been what you've become of and you wanted an escape. So, with no double-take, you quit your job, packed your bags, and finally, here you are. In Europe, wanting to get lost in every city, every village, and every street you cross. At least for the month, you've paid to be here.

The sound of the birds chirping outside your window pane had been music to your ears making you wish you could stay forever. The clock reads 1PM, and already, you were excited to go. You had an unsorted list of things to do during the duration of your stay and you just can't wait to get it started. Walking out of your temporary home, you decide to explore the area. As cliche as it may sound, you find yourself taking pictures of every spot you see, thinking it was ethereal. Spotting a small coffee and pastry shop, you briskly walk toward it, hoping to get a quick fix for your post-flight hunger. The smell of coffee beans and freshly baked bread welcomed you and immediately, you're stomach grumbled. Ordering a small latte, and an eclair, you take a quick scan of the room looking for a seat. You opted to go for the one beside a window for you to continue your sightseeing as you sat with your food.

The sky was clear today, and surprisingly, so was your head. You've no thoughts about any type of worries you once had, and you were grateful. It was the first time in years that you were feeling genuine relief and some type of calm. Taking a sip from your drink, your gaze shifts toward the man who sat at the next table. He was dressed casually, in a hoodie, loose jeans, and a beanie. His eyes focused on the book he had, as he munched quietly on his croissant. Something in you felt like he was special. Like you saw him for a reason, but you brushed it off thinking it was a hilarious ploy your brain played to distract you. Refocusing on the tulips from the flower store across the street, you take notice of every color there was. You loved tulips, it had been something that made you happy. The vibrancy yet simplicity that each one beholds takes your breath away. Taking your last bite, you quickly gather your things, walking out of the shop to make the most out of what's left that day.

The next few days were quite a charmer, but one day that week was unforgettable in particular.

That one Tuesday, the cold temperature awoke you even before the sun rose. A perfect way to get started. You take a quick stretch before bringing yourself out of bed and into the warm shower to take a rinse. You came out just in time to see the sun slowly wake from dawn.

The bus ride out was peaceful. A soft tune played In your headphones as you laid your head on the rest of the chair. You catch a glimpse of the city and what it offers. Your bus takes a quick stop to let more passengers in. You scoot over to the window side to give space to anyone who needs a seat. Fixated on the gleaming glow of the city, you were unaware of what else was happening around you. It takes a few minutes for the bus to arrive at your destination. Today, you had decided to take a roam around a few small galleries. You knew big museums would be great, but you loved simplicity and silence.

Thanking the driver as you hopped out, you take a quick glance at the place. It was a small building made of glass, positioned in between towering buildings making it a little bit secluded. About 5 to 10 people were inside and it was a relief. Every artwork had its own story. From love stories, tragedies, and simply works of the mind, each artist conveyed differently. It was indeed majestic to you. Your eyes shifted from each photo to the texts below them, and soon enough you've reached the end of the gallery. Looking around, you take notice of the man beside you. He had a camera 'round his neck, hands in his pocket, and intently reading the description of the painting he was before. He seemed so familiar to you but you couldn't pinpoint who he was, letting curiosity swallow you whole, your eyes fixated on him, rather than the 20 artworks around you. He catches you off guard when he turns to look at you too. Your face flushes red in embarrassment, quickly facing the opposite direction. The man chuckles softly, finding you of interest now. He quietly approaches you, tapping your shoulder. "Hi," He says, voice low, bringing shivers down your spine. "Hey" You respond, slowly turning to face him. You both stand before one another, eyes locked together. "Sorry I stared, I just thought you looked so familiar." You excuse, he smiles. "Yeah, I saw you at that cafe by Via Del Corso." He says. "Oh yeah, were you the guy with the book" You try to finesse, making him laugh, "Yeah, one of them probably." He replies. Talking to him was so easy. It felt like you've known him when he was no one to you. At least for now. "Namjoon." He reaches his hand out toward you, which you gladly take. "Y/N".

Hitting it off quickly, he tells you about the other galleries around the city. Now, you wouldn't normally go around gallery-hopping with a stranger no matter how handsome they looked in a blue hoodie, but something about him was enticing to you. Interesting, and safe too. He was someone who you would describe as a man from dreams and books. So, with no hints of fear or doubt, you followed him. Wherever he went, you went.

And that was how you met the man who now was sleeping in your bed. All you know was one day you were walking around museums together, then the next your naked bodies were entangled with each other. You spent all your days with him. Holding his hand, drinking his unfinished cup of tea, hugging him as he read to you, and kissing his lips, his cheeks, and neck. It was a whirlwind romance, if you had to word it out. For nights, you'd find yourself reflecting on everything. With him in your bed, you sit by the balcony, admiring the stars, thinking about how everything was going right. None of it planned, but it all aligned somehow. You really wish it would never end.

The days succeeding the day you met seemed like it was from a Nicholas Sparks book. Like, if you told anyone what had happened, they wouldn't believe you. For every day you were with him, he had given you a flower, tulips in particular. The same day you met, he had asked you out to dinner. There, you both dumped information about each other and realized how much you both had in common. From books to art, to taste in music, you were so in synch; and when you found out about the tulips, he never stopped buying them for you. In every color there was, he scoured to get it to give to you.

Today, you both decided to visit a local library. It was small, in between the crevices of the city. It smelled musky and woody, you found it calming. You make your way from shelf to shelf taking each book that caught your attention and placing it in a basket. You soon find Namjoon immersed in the pages of the book he held. Eyebrows scrunched. Walking toward him, you catch his attention with a small kiss on the cheek. His eyes shoot toward you, smiling softly, putting his dimples on display. Every part of him was beautiful, his face, body, and especially his mind. You admired him, even more than you could imagine, and the thought that you had about 1 week left with him was heartbreaking. How could you leave, when everything you wanted was right here. You take the book from his hand, making sure to slip your finger in between the pages where he was to keep track. "You're adorable when you're focused." You say. He slips his hand around your waist, pulling you close. "I was enjoying it, it was interesting," He tells you before planting a soft kiss on your head. "Well, we best buy it! So I can hog it after you" You say making him laugh. "Okay, baby go-ahead by the counter. I'll just grab a few and follow you out" And so you do. He arrives with a couple books in hand. Before you could even take your money out, he swipes his card swiftly by the register surprising you. With no word, he takes the bags from the counter, and walks out quickly.

You hurriedly walk out, reaching for his arm. "How much was my pile? Let me pay you back" You say, he shakes his head. "No need." He says simply. "What? Joon, I bout like 20 books, that's too much" You try to take the bag to look for the receipt. He chuckles, jokingly lifting the bag high up for you not to reach it. "But I like you enough to buy the 20 books for you so let it go, and let's get a bite to eat" He says, You try to fight back, but before you could protest, he plants a soft kiss on your lips before pulling your hand to the nearest restaurant.

The following days were mostly spent in bed, getting lost in pages, and in each other. Days come and nights go and both of you did nothing but read and make love. It was magical. Namjoon would find himself drunk in you. Every part of you was an abyss that sent him into the galaxies. He was falling in love with you, the lady he met at a museum. Just like in his dreams, and he didn't want to let you go.

Five days become four, and four become three, and three become two, and two becomes one. It was the last day. Namjoon laid beside you. Your head on the pillow, but your fingers were on him. You traced mindless shapes on his skin, trying to study every part of him not wanting to forget. He soon wakes, grumbling at the light that shined in his eye. "Good Morning" He says. Your fingers find their way into his soft hair, combing through softly. "Hey" You say. He pulls your body close to his. You feel his warm skin on yours, making you feel calmer by the second. "I don't want to go" You whisper into him. He hums, agreeing. He knew from the moment you met, to the night he stayed din your bed that he wanted you there with him. "So don't go" He says. You were quiet. "Let me change your ticket home." He continues, still you were quiet. You were contemplating on whether or not to say yes. You had life back home, people to attend to, but at the back of your mind, you knew you'd never been this happy. For years it had always been them you thought about. But now, right now, you thought about you. Namjoon notices your long silence, making him sit up. You follow his lead. "Stay with me. For a little more. I want more of you" He proposes again. His hands were now held by yours, and eyes lost in one another again. At this moment, you knew you had fallen for him, hard, but you were curious of what could happen next, not ready to put an end to the most exciting chapter of your book. Quickly pushing the second thoughts of doubt that clouded, you tighten your hold on his hand saying, "Okay."

#bts namjoon #namjoon #namjoon fluff #namjoon x you #namjoon x reader #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts reactions #bangtan #bts boyfriend #bts stories #bts fluff #bts fanfic

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storiesfromhalcyontale · 5 months

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Epilogue 2: A sense of Normality

I woke up in my bed, the past couple of months have been somewhat normal I guess. Asriel went into therapy after what happened with Crooler, I guess the image of him stabbing Lagravis still hurts him. Me on the other hand, well I’ve been gradually reintegrating myself back into my normal life. Today was actually my first day back at school, which made me feel all kinds of emotions. I wondered if anybody asked where I was. I looked at my phone deciding to message Asriel.

6:50am Sho: What time will you be in? Asriel: I’ll be in by Period 2 at least. Sho: Alrighty :D. Asriel: I guess I’ll be seeing you Period 2 then Sho. Sho: I’ll make sure to tell Akemi this. Asriel: Thanks Sho. Sho: You're welcome Asriel :].

I stretched and jumped out of bed, putting on my usual clothes, my headphones and a beanie. I grabbed the satchel Laval had given me and grabbed the equipment I needed for the day. I looked at the lion emblem on it and smiled as the gold shined in the radiant sun. I wondered what Laval and Cragger were getting up to in Chima, it made me somewhat happy to know that they had each other. I rushed downstairs and toasted some bread while I hummed. I looked around and saw Grillby making coffee.

"Morning Sho." Grillby said with a smile.

"Morning Grillby." I replied, waiting for my toast to be well…toasted "I'm guessing you're at work today?"

"Yeah.." Grillby sighed, drinking his coffee in delight, "It's going to be a long day."

"Is it?" I grinned, "Well when my school begins job placements maybe I can come work for ya."

"Thanks Sho.." Grillby replied with contempt, "But you're still 16, you can't really bartend and cater drinks can you?"

"Well not really but I can learn." I sighed, looking down at the floor with guilt. "I'm sorry for not telling you about Laval and Cragger." Grillby sighed, putting his hand on my shoulder.

"Sho like we've talked about, me and sans understand why you didn't tell us."

"But I still feel bad, man…" I replied, "If I just told you maybe me and Asriel wouldn't have ended up in Chima… I dunno if I can ever forgive myself for what happened there..” Grillby looked at me then hugged me.

"Sho none of that was your fault. You were trying your best." I hugged Grillby back, soon pulling away once my toast popped out of the toaster. I put it on a plate and swabbed chocolate across the bread, sitting on the counter to eat it. There was a long silence, one that I didn't like.

"grillby's right kid." I looked at the archway and saw sans standing there. He had a caring look in his eyes, "Even if you made some mistakes, you took every opportunity to try to help them. even when you were in chima, you took every chance to get yourself and asriel home." Sans jumped up onto the counter and put a hand on my shoulder "that kid is much more noble. honestly, i'm proud of you." I smiled.

"Thanks sans. I really needed to hear that." I finished my toast and jumped off the counter, washing up my dish. I grabbed my satchel and headed for the door, "Well cya in a bit." I shut the door behind me and took a breath in, I put my headphones on and put on Could have been me by the struts. Today was gonna be a great day, I thought to myself as I hummed the melody of the song. No matter what happens.

<- Epilogue 1

This epilogue is the shortest thing I've written I think. But I don't really wanna talk about the chapter, I mean it's just feel good and that's it. Nah, I wanna talk about the fic as a whole. This fic actually means alot to me, I mean it's not everyday someone meets their best friend through something they've written do they? This person literally inspires me and it's amazing how me randomly coming up with an idea in an English Lesson and randomly checking my emails to see that they liked it meant alot at the time actually. Still does today to be honest.

Now that SFAR is fully posted I can actually get to writing new content for this account. Which will be exciting!!!!

#Sho Sato #Asriel #Akemi Ritsuko #gaster #grillby #sans #Halcyontale #legends of chima #crossover #taken from ao3 #chima laval #chima cragger #laval the lion #cragger the crocodile #cragger x laval

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saltwater-and-woodsmoke · 2 years

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heavy as ever (light as a feather) || buddie

Author’s note: me?? Writing for something other than outer banks? It’s more likely than you’d think. Anyway, Alex Gaskarth and Jack Barakat wrote a gay anthem and it is my favorite All Time Low song and it is a Buddie song. So here’s almost 1500 words. Working title was “four times buck hears glitter & crimson by all time low + one time Eddie hears it with him.” You’re welcome.

Reminder: I am in the process of moving all my writing to this blog from my main blog. I mainly write for OBX and the actors there but there are a fair few of other fandoms mixed in. This is posted on ao3 under Vixfeetunder.

The first time Evan Buckley hears the song is through a wall.

It’s barely April, only three days in. Normally, Evan “Buck” Buckley didn’t pay attention to the various noises he heard through the walls of his apartment building. If he did, he’d be exposed to a lot more sexual noises than he’s willing to admit he’s comfortable with. While the loft is nice with his view and space, the walls are thin, and he makes a point to spend most of his alone time with headphones on.

However, that morning he’s faced with dead AirPods and running late for his shift, but he freezes as he hears the song through the wall. It sounds almost acoustic, but then the beat picks up and he can’t stop listening.

“I don’t want to wait until the sunshine fades and bury our love in a shallow grave.”

It’s a cute love song, he assumes, but he makes a mental note to google the lyrics later to find the song and listen to it properly.

Unfortunately for Buck, he doesn’t get the chance to look it up. The 118 are on non stop calls until the end of his shift, and he collapses into bed exhausted as soon as he’s home.

The second time he hears the song is as he’s leaving the grocery store.

If it were up to Buck, he’d survive off take out and spite but unfortunately for him, Eddie had seen the lack of food in his fridge and threatened to call his sister if he didn’t get groceries and something edible because mustard and bread that was on the verge of molding wouldn’t cut it. So he begrudgingly made his way to the grocery store, taking his time picking out fruit and veggies that he would try not to let go bad in his fridge, as well as some ready made things he could pop in the microwave after a long shift. Oh, and beer. Plenty of beer.

He’s just finishing up paying for the items when he hears the almost familiar tune of the song start playing. Part of him wants to take his time as he bags his own groceries to hear the whole song, but he decides against it, only hearing the first line as he walks out of the building.

“It’s a typical story, three in the morning.”

The third time he hears the song, he’s cleaning his apartment.

He doesn’t know how the song came about playing from his speaker as he washed the dishes, but it comes on the random Spotify station he’s listening to. This time, he catches the name of the song Glitter & Crimson and the band, All Time Low. The band sounds familiar, he thinks. Maybe it was a band he listened to in high school, or that’s popular on social media. (It’s both, he learns later. Their album Nothing Personal came out his senior year of high school, and their song Dear Maria, Count Me In is trending on TikTok). Either way, it is the first time he hears the song in full, and he can’t help but quickly add it to his liked songs. Hearing it once is one thing. Twice, that’s a coincidence. But three times? It’s like the universe is telling him to listen to the song,

He hums along like he’s always known the song, listening closely to the lyrics. It’s been months since he heard it the first time, but he does have to admit that he was right with his initial impression of it. It is a cute love song, but there’s something else. In his gut he feels like maybe this is a love song for people like him, the people whose love is still frowned upon in the year 2021.

Of course, it wasn’t like he was in the closet or something. No, he was out, at least to the people that mattered. The 118, Athena, Maddie, they all knew he was bisexual. His parents, however, he couldn’t care less if they ever found out about it, or their reaction over it. He was finally happy with who he was, and other people’s opinions didn’t matter to him, not anymore.

Unfortunately for Buck, he was cut short on finishing the song as he received a call from his sister, but he did catch a line that seemed to stick in his head.

“Hard to sit still when your head’s on fire.”

The fourth time Buck hears the song is live, but not by choice.

He didn’t willingly buy tickets for the concert, but he’d volunteered to help with first aid. Sad Summer Fest was set to be the next warped tour when it came to pop punk music, and it took him back to his high school days. It helped that he had heard of all the bands on the line up this year, sans a couple. He had seen the name of one of the headliners as he scanned the time sheet of sets, knowing that a couple bands were more likely to be sending mosh pit and crowd surfing injuries to the tent.

The show went off without a hitch, really. Buck and the other volunteers treated more dehydration than anything. There was a couple of alcohol poisonings, as well as a sprained ankle from the pit, but the show was enjoyable. He’s beginning to pack his part of the tent up when he hears the voice of All Time Low’s lead singer say that the next song is for the people about love and that love always wins.

He watches as amongst the crowd and darkening skies, hundreds of cell phone flashlights go up in the air, waving and bobbing as the song starts. There are teenagers and young adults clinging onto each other as they scream along to the song, and he’s sure some of them are crying.

And Buck? Well, he can’t help but watch in wonder as tears fill his eyes. Before he can realize what he’s doing, he’s pulling his cellphone out to capture the moment. He’s been to plenty of concerts in his lifetime but there’s something about this moment, all of these people feeling their true selves that make him emotional, and hearing the lyrics to the song just makes it so much more raw.

“How long can we be happy if happy ain’t meant for us?”

The first time Eddie Diaz hears the song is after a rough shift.

Firefighters and paramedics are supposed to save people. That’s literally in the job description but it hasn’t been like that all day. They’d responded to a multiple casualty event, and only three of the six victims made it to the hospital. Of the three victims who were DOA, two of them were children. One was a toddler and one was just a year older than Christopher — brother and sister.

He’s standing in Buck’s kitchen, a beer in hand. Chris is at Abuela’s, spending the night like he does when Eddie’s shift ends later in the evening. Buck had decided that neither one of them needed to be alone tonight, so they’d picked up Chinese food on the way home, and now he’s scrolling through his friend’s Spotify while Buck cleans up.

The one thing Eddie knows about Evan “Buck” Buckley is that he doesn’t change what he listens to very often. His Spotify favorites haven’t changed in the years that Eddie’s known him, so the fact there’s a new song at the top of the playlist makes him furrow his brow and question it.

Buck freezes as the music starts, low on the speaker. Eddie has to admit, the melody is nice but he can’t get over the title of Glitter & Crimson. Buck is humming along by then, moving to pull Eddie close to him and sway with him. It’s something they’ve done a million times in the seclusion of their homes, a little intimate moment together that would have anyone who saw them questioning if they were really just friends.

But the truth is, they both need this tonight. The weight of their rough shift seemingly falls off their shoulders as they sway to the music. The song is a little fast for them to be slow dancing to, but Buck always says you can slow dance to any song if you try hard enough, and right in that moment, Eddie is glad. He can hear Buck murmuring the words as they dance, making him sigh in content. This is their moment. Just them, together.

“No compromise and no second best. There’s no stopping now, this weight on my chest. I won’t settle down, I won’t settle for less.”

And if six months after that moment, Eddie tells a patient in the back of the ambulance on Chim’s day off that he first kissed his boyfriend while they slow danced to their song in his kitchen, then that is no one’s business but his.

#buddie #buddie fic #buddie fanfic #buddie fandom #911 fox #911 on fox #911 one shot #buddie one shot #evan buckley #eddie diaz #let them be gay #song fic #evan buck buckley #eddie x buck #buck x eddie

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imaddicted2hs · 2 years

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PART 3

Guess who decided to post part 3 lmao. I finally got the time to post so here you go. i know the story line is quick and stuff but I'm trying to improve so I hope you like ittt.

(I have fever so spare my bad editing woops)

Word count: 1.9k

warnings: None

read part 2 here

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She isn't answering her phone. He couldn't find her anywhere either in the class yesterday. At first he thought maybe she was on a leave but not showing up for two classes straight which are not even consecutive? It's so not her and that's what had him doubting himself and worrying about her. Did he cross a line when he thought she would have wanted to tutor him or did she not like him? Harry wasn't the one to overthink about something that happened or beat himself up but she had him questioning his behavior. It's been long since he have felt like this and it scared him. A girl who he first saw made quite an impression on him. He still remembers how she looked frustrated but cute because she was really short compared to him and her anger was anything but intimidating. It made him feel silly things in the inside when he managed to get her flustered unintentionally. She was soft according to him and the thought of anything bad happening to the innocent girl made him uneasy.

His heart won't settle for anything less than having a talk with her and being sure that she was okay. So that's why he found himself in the cafeteria searching for the girl Y/n usually eats lunch with. As he walks around looking for the familiar face he notices that the place is not at all crowded today. Before he can feel upset about how he might not find her, the tall girl with black hair catches his eyes and a relief washes over him. She is sitting alone with her headphones plugged in as Harry approaches her. "Excuse me" he let's out a little louder coming in front of her and waving his hand so that she can see him if not hear him. "Uh hey, can I help ya with something?" she responds without removing the headphones. "Yeah hey M' Harry Y/n's friend. I haven't seen her since Tuesday and she hasn't answered her phone either. Do you happen to know where she is?" "No, no I don't have her number or anything because we are just lunch buddies but I remember her telling me about where she lives." "Great so can you tell me?" He asks her impatiently as he finally got some lead. "And why would I do that? What if you are some sort of creep" she squints her eyes at him because Y/n never mentioned knowing a Harry guy. "Oh cmonnnn" he grumbles as he tries to think of a way in which he can convince her. "I can show you our chat because she said we can meet up for tutoring." "Oh wait yeah! I remember she told me she was going to tutor a guy. She lives on the pine Street, house number 190 I think, yeah" the girl says as she furrows her eyebrows while she tries to jog up her memory. "Great! Thank you so much" he flashes her a grin as he starts to walk away. He steps out of the university, repeating the address in his mind and he notices that she lives just 5 mins away from the store they bumped into once and approximately 15 mins away from his place. A thought of buying something for her to eat crosses his mind as he almost passes a bakery but his feet make an abrupt stop themselves. He stares at the bakery blankly for half a minute before he shakes his mind to get rid of the useless thoughts and start to make his way inside the small building smelling like fresh bread. As he scans his eyes through the glass containing every sort of sweet dish he can hear the quite murmuring and it's soothing he realizes. He finally settles on 2 chocolate muffins and a bagel because he really wants to see her. In no time he has the bag with his order in it as he carries himself out of the bakery and to her house.

It's the only gate that is different from the other dark oak gates. The house number is written on a house plate instead of the door and the colour of the door is blue. A dark shade of blue but still with a shiny appearance. As he brings up his hand in a fist, he hesitates a bit before knocking thrice on the door. He looks around impatiently while he taps his foot on the creaking white stairs. Just as he's about to knock again he hears the unlocking and his eyes try to sneak a peak from the crack as the door gets opened painfully slow. His eyes widen when he catches the sight of an extremely sweaty face and bloodshot eyes of none other than the short girl in front of him. Her reaction is nothing different because she is surprised too to find a guy she has known for a pretty short time standing at her doorstep looking very amused oh and with a brown paper bag in his hand. Before she can start speaking he beats her by rambling his concern. "What in the world happened Y/N? Are you okay? Cause you don't look okay you know but like you might have just woken up but the weather is not hot at all for you to look like you had a full workout sess- "Calm down Harry calm down oh my god. My head is pounding, slow down a bit. And first of all come inside, throwing questions at me on my doorstep isn't the smartest thing right now. I feel like I'll fall any second."

He acts quickly at that, entering the house as he supports her by taking her arm and putting it around his shoulder. He helps her walk towards the small brown couch in the right corner. He hears her wince as she tries to lay down and he feels pity. While she settles, he notices his surrounding in a quick glance before looking at the coffee table in front of him. A half filled water bottle catches his attention and he quickly reacts to fetch it and open the cap for Y/N. She gently takes the bottle from his hand and gulps the water in like three seconds. "Slow down love, we don't want you to choke on it now do we?" His eyes widen when he realizes that he worded it a bit wrong and he searches her face for the same reaction but sees that the poor girl in front of him is far too tired to even comprehend what he said. He let's out a sigh of relief as he sits down on the chair behind him. "Care to explain what's up with your poor condition?" He interrogates when she is finally at ease. "Oh uhm I have been feeling a bit feverish since the last 3-4 days, I have lost the count honestly." Her voice comes out raspy as if her throat was sore. "What? Why didn't you tell anyone Y/N? And why were you not picking up your phone. I spammed like 5 calls and 20 messages. You worried me." "I'm so sorry, I barely had energy to stand up from my bed to charge my phone or make myself something to eat. My neighbours don't really like me and my parents don't live here. Whom I would have called?" She replies him slowly. "Dear lord. So you are telling me, you have had fever for like 4 days and you didn't have anyone help you? Are you crazy? You could have called me Y/N. What if something would have happened? Thank god I decided to ask around for your address." Harry lectures her as she pouts looking at her fumbling hands. She knows he's right but she really was lonely. "You know what, I'm pretty sure you are too tired to even get my words inside that pretty little head of yours so here, I brought you muffins and a bagel. You need to eat this so that I can give you medicine afterwards. We can talk about it later, do you mind telling me where you keep the pills and stuff?" He talks loudly as he stands up and starts moving around in the house. "They are in the third cabinet under the sink." She quietly murmurs, distracted by the fresh smell of chocolate and butter in the bag. She wastes no time in grabbing a big bite. As Harry approaches her with a glass of water and pills in his hand, he can't help but smile faintly at the sight. He clears his throat which gets him a glance from her finally. She let's out a small "thank you" which comes out muffled because her mouth is stuffed with the delicious bagel. This causes him to chuckle a bit as he settles the glass on the table. "For now I'll let you eat this peacefully, have the medicine and sleep. Because once you are awake and better, you are explaining yourself missy." She nods at this not able to look him in the eyes because she's too embarrassed. He looks as good as always and she looks like a sick homeless person. The sick part is true but who would want an attractive guy to find them in their worst condition. "Before you start overthinking, yes you look miserable but cute and I don't mind at all because I look worse than that when I'm sick." He chuckles as she glares at him definitely shocked because he basically scanned her brain. In no time she finishes her food, takes the medicine and gets settled in her bed where harry had to carry her because her legs felt like jelly and he didn't miss the slightly flustered girl because his smirk was cocky. "Take rest okay? And if you need anything, just shout my name, I'll be outside only."

"What? Why? Don't you have classes Harry? Plus you already did so much for me even tho it's not your responsibility." She furrows her eyebrows at him totally confused because of his kind gesture. "I did it because you deserve to be taken care of alright? And since you don't have anyone to do that for you, I want to help you. And before you open your mouth to say thank you, it was my pleasure. I didn't mind at all." He gives her a weak smile as she returns the action after mouthing a thank you. "Now cmon, sleep well. When you wake up, I might just have a surprise for you." He winks at her as he starts to walk towards the door. "Then I can't wait to wake up." She flashes a grin at him. "Yeah and for that you need to sleep first dummy so now don't waste time and take a good nap. I'll see you hm?" She nods eagerly before he switches off the light for her and slowly shuts the door. He is smiling ear to ear while walking away from her bedroom. He knows he's fucked because of a girl he met like 6 days ago. It saddens him that she doesn't have anyone around even tho she's so sweet and it's too cliché he agrees but, is this what love at first sight feels like. Oh he can't wait to see what is planned for him ahead.

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I wish you liked this cuz i kinda did, plus we haven't even reached to the best part yet and i cant wait to write it.

reblogs, notes and comments are appreciated!💋

#harry styles imagine #harry styles fluff #harry styles friends to lovers #harry 1d #one direction #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles #harry styles cute #1d memes #harry styles fic

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ojiro-s-hellish-site · 1 year

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Autistic Ojiro Hcs because I relate to him:

Alright so I will say his will have a lot of projection but he is sensitive to sound and touch.

Like he really dislikes crowded spaces so he rarely leaves his room

And once he gone to U.A, he just became more of a recluse

And the few moments he does leave his humble area, he brings a D.S, Ear defenders, Teddy Grams crackers or bread and noise cancelling headphones

When the Bakusquad (99% Kaminari) decided to drag Ojiro outside his room to the mall, he just spent most of his time sitting in silence and sometimes humming

And yes, his tail wagging is involuntary but he does stim just not in typical ways

He stims more or less by repeatedly cracking his knuckles, shoulder shimmies and the occasional rocking back and forth

He hangs around Monoma, Tsundori, Fukidashi, Hagakure, Koda,Midoriya and Kaminari though he hangs around Hagakure and Kaminari the most (Monoma is in 3rd place though)

He can tolerate loud spaces but he will not pursue them because he gets overstimulated easily

He used to be nonverbal when he was a kid but he started speaking with mild difficulty

Which is a reason why his voice is so monotonous and flat,but he can still convey emotions

His special interests are Martial-Arts, Chinese Mythology and Pokémon

Like he so far has completed to 100% completion every Pokémon game (except Pokémon GO) up to Sword and Shield (even including Pocket Monster Stadium, Pokémon Snap and Pokémon Ranger)

The only reason he hasn't played Pokémon GO was because it would require him go outside and the loud noises and crowded spaces are a no for him

As a kid, he would cry when he was dragged to weddings, movie theatres, Mall and most crowded areas

Also, the only reason he was diagnosed at 13 was because they were doing a depression assessment and ended up finding out that he was burnt out from masking

When he is actually interested in something, he typically pulls out the resting bitch face that makes most of his classmates think they are annoying him

Monoma's touchiness and lack of volume control is something he can only tolerate for 4 hours, Monoma once learned this the awkward way

He cannot and will not stand group hugs like no matter how many times Ashido tries to get him to join in he will never

Group hugs are just too overstimulating for him

He constantly masks, though it is mainly by adding more expression to himself

This is because once his elementary teacher pulled him aside and asked why was he upset.

He has low empathy but a lot of sympathy so people call him "compassionate but not understanding"

As a kid, he would elope/run away from most events just for no reason

Social cues goes over this man's head like airplanes in the night sky by the way.

#Mha #mha ojiro #mashirao ojiro #mha headcanons #text post #boku no hero academia #boku no hero headcanons #autistic headcanon #autism headcanon #neurospicy #neurodiversity #neurodivergence #autistic bnha

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confused-n-queer · 5 months

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Treating myself with kindness and giving myself acomidations is interesting.

I feel more at ease in the moment. Like my child brain (animal brain feels incorrect even though that’s what most people call it) feels fulfilled and safe because I’m giving it what it needs to feel that way. Wether that’s shopping for and cooking safe foods, wearing headphones and sunglasses in public, limiting talking and not masking my expressions at work, fidgeting and doodling, talking to myself out loud when I’m alone (or even playing pretend).

I’ve been working on a menu with proper portions and nutrition so I don’t over or under feed myself as I’m prone to doing. And I’m letting my inner child (i guess) be a part of and even guide this experiment. So far we’re stoked to try out “hidden veggie pasta sauce” it’s gonna taste so good and it’s gonna make me feel good since there’s so much nutritional value in it!

I let my inner self decide if there was an acceptable substitute for a safe food (a specific brand of cinnamon english muffin) I use to hide a nessisary but less pleasant food (fried eggs). She decided there wasn’t so we moved on putting it on a go order list. (Cinnamon bagels were too thick and hard to chew like a sandwich and toasted cinnamon raisin bread would be too thin and soft and make the egg texture worse.)

but also I feel bad giving myself an “out” for things I feel I shouldn’t do.

For instance buying bottled water when I can’t bring myself to wash my water bottles. Not like they won’t get cleaned I’m just too overwhelmed right now and it’s a time consuming and overwhelming process getting the soap and peppermint bottle cleaner cleaner taste out.

I go as long as possible without cleaning them to avoid this but the water tastes dirty now so they must be cleaned. So obviously the advice “don’t be a martyr” comes to mind. Like I could easily buy a liter bottle of water that I’ll use over and over then recycle in the mean time but OH NO ILL BE SPENDING $4 ON WATER AND CONTRIBUTING TO PLASIC WASTE! Like seriously? I try to avoid being wasteful but c’mon I already have trouble drinking enough water because of my sensory issues (hilariously it’s also like the only beverage I will drink) there’s no sense hospitalizing myself over something so small. (Fun fact I’ve been hospitalized more than once for dehydration. DRINK YA WATA KIDS!)

#sensory issues #autism #?#my therapist and I don’t think a diagnosis would be helpful for my long term goals #but you know if it walks like a duck give it acess to a pond because even if it’s a goose it’ll do better there than in a forest #neurodivergent

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tealeaf89 · 1 year

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Flight Chapter 1 Rewrite

I wanted to re-do chapter 1 of Flight because I found some mistakes.

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Life can take unexpected turns when you let your guard down. That's what I'm coming to find out anyways.

How did I end up here? That's what I've been asking myself for the last few months.

I have yet to come up with a good answer to that question. Why is it that no matter what happens in my life, I always end up back here?

Alone Falling Wishing for things to be different

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Keelie really should just tell Victor to fuck off. He's a pretty disgusting human...if you can even consider him human.

My stroll to work has my mind wandering to the book I just started reading. It's been challenging to focus on anything else when I want so desperately to find out what happens to the main character.

Tucking my hair behind my ear as I adjust the shoulder strap to my bag. I run my hand along the tall grass hanging over the edge of the fence leaving early morning dew clinging to my finger tips.

The walk to work takes about 30 minutes if I hurry. On beautiful days like today, I take closer to 45 to really soak up the vitamin D.

Putting my headphones in to listen to my music while I take my time and admire the scenery. I don't feel like I've really started my day until I have fresh air in my lungs and sunshine on my face.

Once I get to work, I put the thoughts of my latest book aside to focus my energy on my tasks for the day.

My little sandwich shop is on the busiest street in the city. It was love at first sight when I noticed the for sale sign in the window. Others may have seen a run down and neglected mess. The only thing I could see, were the possibilities. It took every last penny I had and months of sleepless nights to get it up and running. But I did it. With only occasional assistance from my best friend. He fancies himself an expert electrician.

After letting myself in, I flip the closed sign to say open. Walking through, turning all the lights on, and get a fresh pot of coffee brewing.

Opening doesn't take long, as I only have to cut up some vegetables. Twice a week, I come in extra early to bake all the bread for the sandwiches. There really isn't anything better than the smell of freshly baked bread wafting through my store.

We have a small seating area for people who want to eat in. A small nook with book cases and couches lining the wall. A stack of blankets pilled on a stool nearby. A set of glass doors leads out to the patio with tables and benches. Flower buckets line the edge of the patio separating the busy sidewalk from the cozy atmosphere within.

Customers begin to arrive. I know my early crowd is looking for quick service. They hastily grab their coffees and breakfast sandwiches. Once they've dwindled away I have a short break from the rush to clean up the counters and restock any supplies that need it. The next few hours my indoor and outdoor seating areas are full to the brim of happily chatting people. My line never ceasing. Making friendly conversation with everyone as I finish up orders left and right.

After the last customer walks out the door, I release the breath I didn't realize I'd been holding. Slumping against the counter as I wipe the hair from my face.

Finally, I get a break and decide to drink a cup of coffee. Just as I sit down for the first time in hours loud banging rattles the whole shop.

Seeing as this street is notorious for villain activity, I rush to hide the cash from the register in the safe below some floorboards in the back room.

Stepping out onto the main street to see what's causing the commotion, people are frantically running down the street away from billowing smoke heading in my direction. A gust of hot wind blows my hair back as I cover my face to avoid getting the dust into my eyes, to no avail. I can feel the water prick at the edges of my eyes.

At that very moment, the fight brings itself to my front door. A huge villain is fighting a couple hero's in the street. Explosions are heard like they are happening right in my face. I step back against the wall, watching calmly.

I should probably go grab a broom...they're kicking up a bunch of dirt in front of my shop.

Going back inside I grab some window cleaner and towels as well. Knowing full well that they'll move on shortly and I will have a big mess to clean up. Sighing in frustration, I stretch out my shoulders preparing to keep moving.

Please don't damage my shop.

Once I'm back out onto the street I take a seat on an overhang on the wall of my shop. Playing on my phone to kill time while I wait, occasionally peering up to see the damage. I watch as one of the heroes throws the villain violently onto the ground and blasts him with explosions from his hands. People start to emerge from their shops now that it looks like the fight will soon end. Some start to take pictures and jump up and down with excitement at the heroes.

Apparently, they're a big deal.

When they finish taking down the villain I begin sweeping all the debris away from my store front.

Pretty soon the police are on the scene and have arrested the villain and taken the statement of the heroes who took him down.

Finishing up my last window I retreat back inside to continue on with my workday.

#mha #mha fanfiction #myheroacademia #anime #fanfiction

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takecareluv · 2 years

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home || vinnie hacker x reader

you and vinnie, along with a couple of his closest friends, decided to take a trip to vinnie’s hometown for a much needed break from each of your bustling lives in la.

after packing your bags, bidding farewell to your housemates, and most importantly some last minute cuddles with hera, you were all set to go.

the flight to seattle wasn’t too long. sharing a pair of headphones with vinnie, you managed to watch spiderman: no way home, well at least vinnie did. with your head resting comfortably upon his shoulder, you nodded off for a quite a bit, missing half of the movie.

however in three short hours you were awaken by the pilot’s muffled announcement notifying all passengers to prepare for landing. You officially arrived in what was popularly known as the emerald city.

you were so excited to finally be here again, knowing seattle brought out a certain type of glow in your boyfriend that you wished would last forever.

swiftly picking up all the luggage at baggage claim, the four of you hopped into an uber making your way to vinnie’s childhood home.

without even knocking, vinnie barged into the house yelling, “i’m back motherfuckers,” making his presence immediately known. giggling to yourself, you followed behind as he led you all to the kitchen at the back of the house, where he assumed his family resided.

and he was correct.

as the spacious kitchen and living room came into view, you could see his younger brother and mom lounging on the coach engrossed with some show on the television, while his dad was cooking up something that smelled absolutely delicious.

“vinnie! y/n!” his mom shouted once she noticed your arrival, quickly getting up from her spot on the couch to give you each a hug.

his dad soon followed behind, “you got here just in time, food’s almost ready!” he remarked, bringing his eldest son into a hug.

after greeting his parents, vinnie ran over to tackle his brother who was still laying on the couch. the two began wrestling. “some things never change,” his mom laughed, rolling her eyes, now coming over to you for a big hug.

“oh it is so good to see you, y/n,” she said squeezing you tight, “we’ve missed you both very much. how is everything? vinnie still treating you right?”

you laughed at that. “yes of course. he truly is amazing, i’ve never felt so loved in my life.”

this left a huge smile on maria’s face, so proud of the young man her son had grown to be. she loved y/n like a daughter, hoping in time she would actually become that. maria saw how much happiness y/n brought vinnie and she was thrilled he found someone like her, especially living in a city like la where not everyone’s intentions were pure. his whole family thought they were perfect for each other, and sometimes vinnie even thought they liked her better than him.

from across the room, vinnie was completely captivated by his beloved girlfriend engaged in a conversation with his mom. the pair were catching up on anything and everything that had happened since their last visit. seeing this left him grinning from ear to ear. vinnie always adored how well his girl got along with his family.

his dad noticed him staring in a trance, “alright lover boy, come eat.”

all eyes were suddenly on him as he turned red, embarrassed for being caught. y/n didn’t seem to mind though, she just held her hand out for him to come sit with her.

they gathered at the large kitchen table, passing around plates of fettuccine alfredo and some garlic bread. whilst everyone else began digging into the homemade meal, vinnie just sat back for a second, taking in the simple moment.

he was so content, eating his favorite food surrounded by his favorite people.

“it’s good to be home”, he thought.

a.n. i started writing this with another idea in mind but it slowly turned into this story so i think i’m going to write a part two but it’s not really a continuation of this, it’s a diff story, just takes place during seattle trip if that makes sense. idk maybe i’ll make a seattle series of one shots that don’t have to be read together, what do u guys think ?

#vinnie hacker #vinnie hacker fanfic #vinnie hacker imagine #vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie x reader #vinnie hacker x y/n #vinnie hacker blurb #vinnie fluff

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n1k1tty · 3 years

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only you, my girl

╰─ college au! bad boy!heesung x reader [f]

summary: lee heeseung bumps into you on a rainy day. you drop all your notes in the rain, causing you to get mad and as an exchange, lee heeseung agrees to help you with your notes. but he had another mission in mind, make you fall in love him.

!! grammar is probably bad, lowercase intended, suggestive if you squint real hard,

HOPE YOU ENJOY <3

PLEASE YOU DONT KNOW HOW MANY TIMES I HAD TO CORRECT THIS LOL. (there’s probably still more mistakes that i have to correct so please bear with me💔)

— HIGHLY INSPIRED BY THIS HEESEUNG EDIT

It was around 10 pm when you decided it was a good idea to take a walk outside. The breeze hits your skin every once in a while as you look at the stars. And as you walked around the corner, you heard a girl cry “why? Why can’t you just love me?!” she says, pushing him backwards repeatedly. You honestly hadn’t meant to eavesdrop into their conversation, but considering it was only you there, you had to act as if you were listening to music. The man shrugs his shoulders “we’ve already talked about this, and i said it loud and clear. no. strings. attached” the man defends himself, “you know what? You’re an asshole” the girl slaps the man’s face as she angrily stomps her way out of the scene. You got caught off guard with the sudden action, making you burst out laughing. That, of course, didn’t go unnoticed by the man, and before he could say anything, you already ran off.

You woke up the next day to the sound of the rain, staring into space not even noticing that you were late. You groaned, stretching your body as you check the time, immediately putting on whatever you could find, a piece of bread stuffed in your mouth as you sit on the ground trying to put on your stupid shoes. You grabbed your umbrella and took a run for it, making sure you didn’t get your notes wet.

You walked backwards while apologizing to the person whom you just bumped at, slightly bowing your head and mumbling a little sorry. But before you could even turn around you bumped into another man, your notes flying everywhere and notes getting wet as you land on the big puddle "you okay? my bad, i wasn't looki- you again?" the man raises his eyebrow as he lended a hand "you again? maybe watch where you're going dumbass" you let out a huff, ignoring his hand as you quickly put on your hood, gathering your notes as quickly as possible

heeseung's pov

"ugh, my notes. they're fucking wet" the girl lets out a grumpy mumble, she was certainly rude, her messy hair covered under her hood, headphones hanging on her neck as she tried to gather as much paper as she could "im so sorry, here let me help you" i picked up her umbrella and the other papers on the ground, what a way to start the day lee heeseung. the girl stood up straight, glaring into my eyes as she aggressively grabbed her umbrella and notes back, cute "here, let me make it up to you" i say, following her as she starts to walk away, immediately seeing the big wet spot on her ass from the puddle. i take off my jacket as i wrapped it around her waist, hiding it perfectly "make it up? nothing can replace the value of my notes- what are you doing?" she asks, looking at the new piece of clothing wrapped around her "you peed your pant-" before i could finish my sentence i earned a smack on my arm "i'm being serious." you send a glare his way as you walked ahead of him "okay, okay sorry. here, how about i buy you coffee, and we can talk about how i can make it up yeah?" she tilts her head and raises a brow "no. i have classes, hello?"

"so if you didn't have classes you would've went?" i cheekily smiled at her, raising my eyebrows up and down

"nope"

"then just skip"

"oh fuck no im not ski-" i grab her hand as we both made a run for it. leading her towards my favourite cafe, feeling her tugging every now and then. as we arrived, the waitress bows as they welcome you both, i gave her a single nod as i sat her down on my favourite spot "ARE YOU CRAZY? I NEED TO HEAD BACK NOW OR IM BONNA BE BEHIND EVERYTHING AND IM GONNA FAIL" she screamed while she gathers her bag, getting ready to leave, i immediately hold her stuff down, looking at her with pleading eyes. she was quite a lot of work... but he couldn't accept the fact that you weren't fawning over his looks, and how not even a single compliment left your lips. he had to make you fall in love. no matter what.

"it won't hurt skipping one class would it? and i found a way to make it up to you, names heeseung by the way. if you didn't know"

-- 3rd person pov

and so it begins. you and heeseung made a deal to have study dates every friday, meeting up at his dorm, library, or your apartment. and truth to be told, he was actually being helpful, you taught him how you took your notes and that most of them could be found in your pile of textbooks. and aside from the deal, you also learned a lot about him. you learned about how heeseung was a music major wanting to create his own music, how he had perfect pitch, how he was really fond of pets, how he loved ramen, how he played basketball and all of that stuff you never thought you'd want to know. and you couldn't help but think about how he was more than just a fuck boy, and how much of a good person he is underneath his reputation.

today was one of your study dates, you were both searching for books that helped a lot with the topic you were both taking notes on "gotcha" you mumble, eyes targeted on the last book you were searching for, as you were about to grab the book, a hand was placed above yours, grabbing it before you could. and before you could get mad you realized it was heeseung who was definitely too close. your face heating up, not expecting the sudden flirtatious move he made on you. trying to get out of this situation, you come up with the dumbest idea "your breath stinks" heeseung rolls his eyes at your playful remark poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue, "way to ruin the mood, y/n" you flash him a sheepish smile before he walks ahead “c’mon, i was kidding. if you liked me you should’ve just said it” you joke, not seeing the flustered face in heeseungs face as he checks the book “hah, you wish”

"how am i doing so far?" heeseung asks, trying to fish for some compliments, his face resting on his hand while the other was holding the book "honestly speaking, your handwriting is pretty fucking shit, but your information is okay... i guess" you joked, earning a pout from heeseung as he went back to writing, and as much as you hated to admit it, your stomach felt as if it were doing flips back and forth. surely it wasn't because you were starting to like him….right? you knew damn well liking him would only hurt you, because for the past few weeks of spending time together you always saw new girls popping up on his phone, messaging him things you wished you never saw. heeseung swore he never responded to them, he was telling the truth. but a part of you believed that he was only saying that to make you feel better.

after heesung dropped you off, you made sure fulfil your promise of messaging him after you went home. instant butterflies in your stomach as you recall the events from today. you waited and waited for a reply, until you figured he was probably still driving. you decided to play your guitar, strumming whatever song came to mind. it was almost around 12 when a knock came from your door. you grabbed a scissor, just incase a creep was there trying to get you, and as you were reaching to open the door, heeseung appeared, nose all bloody, lips filled with cuts, face having a few scratches. your heart drops, and at the same time you panicked “heeseung? what the fuck? what happened?” not hesitating to let him in as he sat on your couch eyes never leaving you as you take out your first aid kit “me and a guy had a little disagreement” you furrow your eyebrows as you sit in front of him examining his wounds and cleaning them, earning a few hisses and grunts from him every once in a while “i know, sorry, im almost done. and seriously a disagreement?” you carefully place a kuromi bandaid on his hand “i didn’t know you played a guitar” he smiled softly, he tried to avoid the question once again. looking at you as you gently treated his wounds. god he was so in love with you “yeah, i’ve been playing since i was a kid, i remember begging my grandpa for an electric guitar.. he was the best” you smiled lightly, looking into his eyes as he moved closer, and closer, until he kissed you. frozen into place, wide eyed, he was about to pull away thinking that you didn’t feel the same but you pulled him back, smiling into the kiss as you play with his hair, earning a small giggle from him.

“y/n, i’ve been meaning to tell yo-” a phone call interrupts him as you search for your phone “give me a few seconds” you pout, heeseung definitely didn’t miss the contact name labelled “jake<3” making him wonder: was he not the only one? why would a guy, especially his best friend, call you at this late hour? especially when jake knew how much heeseung liked you, of course he was beyond mad. but he couldn’t do anything because he wanted you to be happy, and he couldn’t bear seeing you mad at him for hurting jake. he couldn’t help but feel upset, so he decided to make up an excuse saying “it’s getting pretty late, i should head home” he says lowly, missing the frown on your face, you nodded without a choice. giving him a smile as you said your goodbye, but he didn’t even say it back. and that was when you thought did i just get played? no there’s no way, i mean heeseung was so happy when we kissed….right? could it have been because jake called?

you couldn’t sleep, sending heeseung a bunch messages, some saying “message me when you’re home :)” and “ur probably tired ;( goodnight loser<3” and no matter how much you tried to convince yourself that he was okay and that he was probably tired, you couldn’t. so you ended up calling jake asking for advice but before you could talk about what was wrong he immediately told you about the party “who’s coming?” you asked hoping heeseung would come once and for all “….are you kidding me? a shit ton of people are coming y/n. it’s sunghoon’s birthday”

“right, yeah sure, i’ll come” jake does a little celebration, making you loosen up “anyways, what was the actual reason you called huh? let me guess —heeseung…. right?” you roll your eyes. you probably haven’t realized it, but jake’s poor ears have always been hearing heeseungs name —nonstop. you couldn’t stop talking about him, nagging jake about every little thing heeseung did. “i mean, he could literally be BREATHING y/n. BREATHING. and you would rant to me about how ‘he’s the most perfect man in this entire world’ like GIRL shut the hell up” he mocks your voice. and of course, it was the same case for heeseung. jake just needed a break after seeing you both so blind about each other’s feelings, of course he could tell you right at this moment that heeseung harboured feelings for you as well, but he didn’t want you to have it the easy way. and as you explain to him what happened, he came up with the most perfect plan.

as you lay on your bed you let out a deep sigh as you listen to jakes plan “i know this is gonna sound crazy, and as much as i hate you, i think we should put on an act and flirt with each other” and of course, you weren’t very fond of the idea. reason being was that what if heeseung just took the hint and ended up ignoring you for the rest of your life, and as much as you hated the plan you couldn’t think about a better one anyway “well? do you have a better plan?” jake raises his eyebrow cockily “….i hate you” you shift your position, staring into the roof, deep in your thoughts “yeah yeah whatever, i’m gonna hang up now. don’t think too much about heeseung,” he teases, a wide playful smile plastered on his face “oh shut up, goodnight jake” as soon as he responded with a hum and yelling “DONT BE LATE” he ended the call.

things better go well or jake was dead.

and so the party begins. you were dressed in a silk dress, along with heels/shoes idk u pick that perfectly matched, you stare into the mirror, feeling anxious every minute that passed, hoping heeseung would finally tell you how he felt. and as soon as jake was ready to pick you up he couldn’t help but hype you up “if heeseung wouldn’t want to make a move tonight, he better be prepared for the amount of guys hitting on you.” he chuckled, following with a genuine compliment “y/n you look great” jake gives you a manly hug, getting the car started as you both drove to the party listening to music. heeseung on the other hand was sitting on the couch, draining the alcohol down his throat “bro, chill, she definitely likes you, jake’s not like that” jay pats his shoulder, trying his best to reassure heeseung because he, too, knew about the mutual feelings you and heeseung had.

as you and jake arrive, the place was already filled with people, dancing bodies all over the place. jake dragged you through the crowd, leading you to a less crowded place. jake spotted heeseung, making him lean forward to your ear “i forgot to tell you, my friend jay is in this too, he’s just gonna introduce himself, maybe a hug and a few jokes. that guys not that funny but make sure to laugh. by the way heeseung is looking” you follow along, genuinely laughing at jake’s little snarky little comment about jay. heeseung definitely saw that. the wide smile on your face, the way jake leaned way too close towards you. jake was about to run away with the stare heeseung held on them. but jake couldn’t back down now.

heeseung wanted to walk towards you and punch jake right then and there if it weren’t for the birthday boy sunghoon. not long after, jay waves towards your direction, walking with a smile on his face “hey y/n, names jay” he opens his arms, greeting you with a hug. after a few minutes of getting to know each other he starts a new conversation. “wanna hear a joke” you smile, resting your chin on you hand “sure, jay” jake rolls his eye, not ready to hear his unfunny joke for the millionth time this month “what does a bee say to the other one” jay starts, already smiling as he thought about the joke “tell me,” you smile, looking into his eyes as he leaned on the counter “wasabi” jake rolls his eyes once more, threatening to punch jay jokingly while you bursted out laughing, holding onto jay’s arm “it was so unfunny that it was funny” you say, earning an unamused face from jay. but what heeseung saw was different, he saw his other other friend flirting with his crush, and that was enough for him. heeseung intendedly bumped into jay’s shoulder, staring at him with a burning glare as he walks by, not having any idea about the plan. heeseung grabs you by the wrist dragging you towards one of the vacant rooms in the midst of eating a cupcake ��heeseung what the fuck are you doing?” you asked, trying so hard to stay in character, as you awkwardly placed the cupcake on the table. the overwhelming sensation coming back everytime you saw him. you never even realized how much you missed his face even after just a few days “don’t act dumb y/n. have you really moved on from me? just like that? with my best friend too?” he stares at you with gleaming eyes, your heart drops. you felt horrible for making him feel like he didn’t mean anything to you when in fact, it felt like he was more than everything you could want. and as much as you hated seeing him hurt, you wanted him to express everything that he was feeling “it’s not like we’re dating lee heeseung. you don’t own me” you walk towards him, faces so close you could feel each other’s breath. a strong scent of alcohol and perfume coming from him “why should you care?” you asked, tilting your head as you try and provoke him. heeseung couldn’t take it anymore “because i’m in love with you! y/n. and i hate to see you with other guys because it hurts me. it hurts me knowing that i don’t mean much to you and how easy it is for you to leave me.” heeseung takes a few steps back, tears attempting to fall “i really like you y/n. and i’ve tried so hard to change for you, ignoring all the girls who text me, i quit smoking, and i got into a fight because i wanted to protect you. i was so ready to tell you how i felt that night but i couldn’t.” you stare at him, eyes filled with adoration. heeseung was confused, seeing the smile he loved and cherished the most plastered on your face “never thought the most popular and very, very hot man in campus would have a crush on me” you let you a teasing smile as you walk towards him, letting out a small chuckle as he held onto your waist while you placed your hands on his cheeks, wiping the tears off of his face “that was one quite emotional speech lee heeseung” you both let out little giggles, he rolls his eyes, mumbling a quiet “shut up” before he kissed you, butterflies in both of your stomachs “i have a secret to tell you too” you smiled, leaning your forehead against his, hiding the cupcake behind you “and that is?” you smiled as well, heart beating faster as you wipe the frosting on his face. earning a gasp from him “i love you too, lee heeseung….i guess” you sheepishly smile at him.

heeseung bites his bottom lip, not missing the playful smile on his face as he pinned you against the wall. both your arms pinned above you with one hand as he leaned in closer “is that so?” you reply with a small ‘mhm’ as heeseung brings his head to your neck, your heart skipping a million times faster than it already was, feeling his hot breath on your collarbone “well, we gotta let everyone know you’re mine don’t we?” he asked, smiling against your skin as he sees your slight nod “then i gotta give you one too” you whine. never failing to make heeseung smile “okay baby, you can do as many as you’d like”

YALL OMFG THE BEGINNING PART WAS DELETED WHAT THE FUCKKKKKKKKKKKK I FUCKING HATE TUMBLR BRO

+ update, i made a new version for the beginning part smh

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Spring Will Come Again

Pairing— Jeon Jungkook x reader

Genre— Photographer!Jungkook x Baker!reader, SMUT +18, fluff, angst, Virgin!Jungkook, Sub!Jungkook, Switch!Jungkook

Warnings— Finger sucking, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, squirting (?), slight choking, there are a lot of emotions, Jungkook is literally so sweet gosh I just wanna hold him tight, this fic is kind of a rollercoaster of emotions bc I myself do b going thru it

Word Count— ~10.9k

Summary— Springtime generally brings new beginnings, but being stuck in a small town all your life means nothing ever changes. Finally, something, or rather, someone, stumbles into your life. Can this shy boy manage to change your life forever?

A/N— This beautiful banner was made by @dee-ehn! Please let me know what you think of this fic! Hope you guys enjoy~

It all started on a beautiful spring day. Something had convinced you to go on an unprecedented early morning walk for some reason.

The morning air was cold but crisp. You were bundled up in your favorite sweater, and the scarf that your grandmother knitted for you was wrapped snugly around your neck. Normally you would be immersed in your headphones, but since today was already unusual you decided to forgo the music.

You walked along the banks of the stream that flowed next to your neighborhood. This particular stream held nothing but fond memories. You grew up here with all the other kids. During the summer breaks, you’d play out here from morning to nightfall. This was the place where you saw your first fireflies, and where you won your first fist fight.

You stopped to sit on the grassy hill that ran alongside the banks, relishing in nostalgia as you took in a breath of fresh air. Everything is so different now. Everyone moved away to pursue their careers or to go to a big university. You were the only one left. Your parents urged you to go to college, but you refused. Who else would help run the bakery?

As much as you hated to see it, your parents were growing old. Managing the family bakery was getting harder on them. You were such a huge help to them since you basically managed all of the front-of-house work. They worked diligently in the kitchen every day to create the best baked goods in town.

You had always dreamt of leaving this small town. You’ve fantasized about attending a big university in the middle of a bustling city since you were a little kid. Unfortunately, that can’t happen now. You can’t leave your parents or the bakery behind. You held no resentment though, you loved it. Being an only child was a bit lonely at times, but your parents made you feel loved no matter what.

You laid on the grassy hill, watching the clouds roll by. Maybe life was better this way. It was simple, and you always knew what to expect. Day in and day out, the routine was always the same.

Everything changed on that day. That was the fateful day that you ran into him. Or rather, he ran into you.

“Good morning, ____! Where were you this morning? Why weren’t you answering your phone?” your concerned mother asked when you returned home.

“Morning mom. I went on a walk and forgot my phone I guess. Sorry about that. I ended up laying on the hill by the stream,” you replied as you sat at the breakfast table.

Living with bakers was probably one of the biggest blessings in your life. Every meal smelled delectable and you had access to all the fresh goodies you could desire.

“Wow, you were awake before we were? What a surprise. Here, tell me what you think of this loaf,” your dad set it in front of you.

You tossed a piece of bread into your mouth. The taste was savory to say the least. It was your father’s signature banana bread loaf, only this time with a small twist.

“Why’d you take out the walnuts? It’s still delicious though,” you said, devouring another piece.

“Well so many customers complain about having nut allergies now. I thought we could sell more if we take them out! You think we can sell this?” he asked eagerly.

“I think this will be our newest best seller!” you happily replied, “I’m gonna go open up the shop. See you guys soon,” you kissed them each on the cheek before taking your leave.

The bakery was down the street from your house, so the commute was only about 5 minutes even if you walked slowly. You brought your phone with you this time, so you were jamming out to your music, oblivious to the outside world. You were so out of it, that you didn’t have time to react to the person quickly rounding the corner.

One moment you were walking to work, the next you were knocked onto the cold hard ground. Your assailant fell on top of you, and you soon locked eyes with him. It was as if time stood still for a moment. He was the most beautiful boy you’ve ever seen. His eyes were wide with concern, and for a moment, you swore you saw stars twinkling within them.

It took a second to register that this stranger was on top of you, in a compromising position no less. You’ve never been this close to a boy since...well it has been a while. Your legs were intertwined and his nose was only inches from yours.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you until the last second,” the boy apologized as he scrambled to get off of you.

As he helped you up, you reassured him that you were fine. You laughed off the incident and took the boy by surprise. You had the most angelic laugh he’d ever heard. He stood awkwardly gazing at you, before you asked him if he was okay.

“I-I’m fine! I’m glad you’re okay. I apologize again for being so careless,” he bowed.

“I’m also at fault! I wasn’t paying attention either. So shame on both of us,” you smiled to show him you were joking, “Enjoy the rest of your day, don’t run into anyone else!”

And with that, you parted ways. You forgot about the stranger as the morning rush piled into the bakery.

Despite being located in a small town, your parent’s were nationally renowned bakers. The bakery was always busy. That was part of why you loved it so much, you were never bored. The regular customers were your favorite. Most of the townsfolk had been coming to the bakery since you were little.

“Is this banana bread new?” Mrs. Park, the local florist, asked.

“Technically, yes. It’s the exact same recipe but without the walnuts,” you replied.

“Perfect! I’m not too fond of walnuts but I adore your parents’ banana bread,” Mrs. Park beamed, handing you a loaf along with other goods she picked up.

“How’s Jimin?” you asked as you rang her up.

“Oh he’s doing well! He loves it out there in the big city. At first, I was terrified of letting him go. He’s just always been so passionate about dancing, I finally had to cave in. He recently auditioned to be part of some fancy dance crew, and he got in! Can you believe it?” Mrs. Park began to dote on her son.

“That’s amazing! I’m happy for him,” you smiled.

“You know, ____, Jimin is still single. You two would be perfect together--”

“Long distance relationships are hard, Mrs. Park,” your mother interrupted her, swooping in to save the day. Thank god. You wouldn’t have known how to react.

“She could always move out to the city to be with him!” Mrs. Park retorted, not picking up on the awkward situation she created.

“I could never leave the bakery,” you responded quickly.

“Ah, yes that’s right. You have such a good daughter, Mrs. _____. Jimin never took any interest in taking over the family business. I’m jealous of you!” Mrs. Park said to your mom.

After what seemed like an eternity, Mrs. Park finally left. You were fond of her, but she never knew when to stop talking. Jimin was a good friend of yours growing up. You never wanted to admit that you had a huge crush on him. You figured it wouldn’t have mattered anyway, since he was so fixated on moving out.

The morning rush had died down. You took this opportunity to restock and tidy things up before the afternoon rush. The store bell rang, indicating the arrival of another customer.

“Welcome in! I’ll be with you shortly,” you called out from behind the counter.

“No worries, thanks!” the customer yelled back.

Once finished, you popped up with a bright smile on your face. Your parents taught you to always greet the customers with a smile as soon as they walk in.

However, the customer wasn’t facing your direction. He was looking at the baked goods that aligned the opposite wall. You patiently waited for him to make his selection. He kept walking back and forth, eyeing all of the baked items. You left your station behind the counter and approached him.

“Can I help you with anything, sir?” you piped up behind him.

The man jumped back, startled.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you,” you apologized.

“It’s okay! I didn’t hear you at all. You must be some sort of ninja-- Oh it’s you!” the boy turned around to face you.

It was the gorgeous boy who ran into you earlier.

“Hello again! I guess it was my turn to frighten you,” you joked.

“That’s fair,” he nodded, “What’s the best thing here?”

“Mmm that’s hard for me to say, considering that I love them all. What kind of tastes and textures do you like?” your customer service persona kicked in.

“I like sweet things I guess? I like bananas too…” he trailed off.

“We don’t have any bananas in fruit form, but we do have killer banana bread,” you beamed.

“That sounds good, but I don’t really like nuts so--”

“There are no nuts in our new recipe! You must be lucky, this is the first day that we’ve started selling them. Want me to ring you up a loaf?” you interrupted him.

“Oh no nuts? Okay, I’ll try it,” he agreed quietly.

“Would you still like to get something sweet as well?”

“Yeah, if that’s okay,” he nodded timidly.

“Of course it’s okay! My personal favorite is our milk pudding bun. The pudding in the middle is pretty creamy plus the bread is unbelievably soft! If that’s not for you, then we have a classic chocolate bun filled with, surprise surprise, chocolate. We also have…” you led the boy around the entire bakery.

You were too focused on recommending various breads to notice him stealing glances at you that lingered longer than normal. He patiently let you talk his ear off about the goodies.

“I’ll go with the milk pudding bun,” he smiled shyly.

“That was the first one! You should’ve stopped me from rambling,” you huffed.

“I wanted to know my options. Plus you seemed pretty happy,” he added softly.

“Alright, let’s go check you out then,” you headed to the counter, “I haven’t seen you before. What brings you to our little town?” you attempted to make conversation.

“Mmm, to get away, I guess,” the boy said after a pause.

“Are you in some sort of trouble?” you leaned over the counter to whisper.

“Kind of,” he whispered back.

“Stay right here, I can call the police,” you frantically murmured as you whipped out your phone.

“No no! Not like that,” he couldn’t contain his laughter, “I’m a fine arts student. My main focus is photography, but lately I haven’t been able to capture anything worth printing,” he explained.

“Ohhh,” you said, feeling dumb, “Then why come to a town in the middle of nowhere? You won’t find much here.”

“To an untrained eye, maybe so. But to a professional, beauty can be found anywhere,” he said proudly.

“Then why can’t you find anything back home? And aren’t you still a student?” you questioned.

“You know, I was really hoping that you’d let me have that,” the boy deflated.

“Aw, I’m sorry! If you ever want to take photos of the beauty that is bread, you’re always welcome here,” you smiled.

“I might take you up on that offer,” he said as he grabbed the purchased goods, “What’s your name by the way?”

“____. Yours?”

“Jeon Jungkook.”

“I’ll see you around, Mr. Jeon Jungkook. Oh! And if you’d like a tour of the town, I’d be more than happy to show you around,” you suggested.

“That would be nice,” Jungkook pondered, “Where can I find you?”

“I’m here every day. I get off at 3pm,” you answered.

“Cool. I’ll drop by tomorrow, if that’s okay?”

“Sure! See you then!” you waved goodbye.

“Who was that?” your mother asked when the boy left.

“Some photography student that said he wanted to get away for some inspiration. I offered to give him a tour tomorrow after work,” you explained.

“Do you want me to come with you?” your dad offered.

“I’ll be fine on my own, thanks,” you quickly turned him down.

You spent the next morning frantically flip flopping between outfits. Should you go with a pretty top paired with a skirt? Or perhaps keep it casual with a t-shirt and jeans? Or should you go with a simple dress? You know you’re supposed to be a tour guide, but you still wanted to look somewhat presentable. You settled for the dress. It gave off a “cute but not trying too hard” type of vibe.

Time seemed to slowly drag on as you waited for Jungkook to return. You had already mapped out your route, making sure it was efficient (not like there’s much to see anyway). You wanted to surprise him with a picnic at the end of the tour. Hopefully it could help show off the natural beauty of the forests and meadows that surrounded the town. As the clock approached 3pm, you began to wonder if springing a surprise picnic on a stranger was odd. Oh god, what if it was? You hadn’t had much interaction with people your age once all your friends went off to live their own lives. Panic was starting to set in when the front bell chimed.

“Hey! I’m a little early, but I can wait around until you’re finished,” Jungkook greeted you. You noticed a fancy looking camera dangling around his chest.

“It’s all good! Business has been slow today, I’ve been bored,” you admitted.

“Oh I see--” Jungkook was cut off.

“Hi! I’m ____’s mom. Did you like the bread you bought yesterday?” your mom materialized out of nowhere with a pan of fresh bread in her hands.

“It was delicious! Better than anything I could get in the city,” Jungkook complimented.

“Why did you batch a new batch? No one has come in after 1pm,” you aggressively whispered to your mom.

“I got bored,” she pouted, “Here, have one! On the house, think of it as a welcoming present to our town,” she motioned for Jungkook to take a fresh loaf off the tray.

Jungkook’s face lit up at the offer as he thanked her for the snack. His smile lingered as he took a bite, savoring the taste.

“You must have some sort of good luck charm; you’re getting even more free food later,” you chuckled as you plopped a wicker basket onto the checkout counter.

“Sweet,” he beamed.

You let out a small sigh of relief. It didn’t seem like Jungkook was creeped out by the thought of eating with a stranger. With the basket in hand, you led Jungkook across the town. There truly wasn’t much to see. Your family’s bakery was in line with the rest of the town’s shops. You passed by the florist, the cafe, the grocery store, and the post office within the first 3 minutes just by walking down the street. You added in little personal stories with each business that you pointed out.

Jungkook paused by the flower shop, in awe of all the beautiful arrangements. His eyes scanned the outside displays, as if he was looking for something.

“Need something specific, dear?” Mrs. Park asked her potential customer.

“Do you have Tiger flowers?” he inquired.

“Tiger… No, but I can probably order some for you,” she offered.

“Ah, that’s alright. I’m sorry to bother you,” Jungkook apologized before rejoining you.

“Did you wanna take a picture of that specific flower?” you asked him as you strolled along the sidewalk.

“Yeah, it’s my birth flower,” he shyly nodded.

“Oh nice! I don’t know what my birth flower is, but yours sounds pretty. Ah, here is the town square. Over there is the courthouse/government building/boring stuff happens in there probably,” you said as you pointed out the building.

“This is cool,” Jungkook examined a decrepit well that stood in front of the courthouse.

“I guess. I always thought it would be better if they replaced it with a big pretty fountain or something,” you mentioned as you looked down into the dark abyss of the well.

Jungkook said nothing as he began taking pictures of the well from various angles. You watched him frown at each picture he took before he tried to take another.

“Maybe you could take a picture looking into the well? I mean, you’d probably have to stand on it to get a full shot and your feet will be in it but…” you suggested before realizing that you knew nothing about photography.

Jungkook immediately hopped onto the well, disregarding the loose pebbles that crumbled away under his weight. Pointing the camera directly down into the well, he snapped a couple of pictures. He didn’t bother hopping off of the well before scrolling through the pictures he just took. You caught yourself staring at him, admiring his features. His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, his lips were pursed, and the wind was blowing his bangs over his forehead ever so slightly. He really was a handsome boy, though he seemed to be completely unaware of it.

“How’d it turn out?” you asked as he climbed down.

“Not bad actually. Better than the angles I took at first,” Jungkook smiled with approval, “I’ll show you after I touch them up.”

“I’m excited to see! Also, this basically concludes the tour because everything else is residential stuff. Unless you wanna take pictures of random people’s homes,” you joked.

“I’m good. Is this where we’re eating? I kinda skipped lunch,” Jungkook looked at the wicker basket in your hand.

“Nope! I’m gonna take you somewhere special. Are you okay with a bit of light hiking?”

“Sounds fun,” Jungkook grinned.

“Perfect! Now it’s your turn to lug this thing around,” you said as you handed him the deceptively heavy basket.

You took him to the outskirts of town, where nature was left untouched.

“Is this where all the cool kids have their picnics?” Jungkook asked as you led him down an old trail.

“All the cool kids left this town a while ago, so I can’t speak on their behalf. However, this is where I like to have my picnics so take that in whatever way you please,” you responded.

It was a sunny day on the verge of being too hot, but the densely wooded forest provided enough shade to make it comfortable. Your parents used to take you on walks in these woods when you (and they) were younger. Of course, now the hilly paths and loose soil would only wreak havoc on your parents’ old knees. You’ve grown accustomed to exploring on your own. Bringing Jungkook along was a pleasant change.

“You okay with eating here?” you suddenly stopped, pointing over to a field just off the trail.

“I’ll eat anywhere, I’m starving,” Jungkook quickly nodded.

“I’m fully aware of that; I could barely hear the birds chirping over the sounds of your stomach growling,” you teased.

An old tree that was large enough to cover up the entire picnic blanket with shade proved to be the ideal spot. Jungkook set down the wicker basket that you assigned to him earlier, eagerly waiting for you to finally open it.

“On the menu today we have fruits as an appetizer, ham and cheese sandwiches in homemade croissants as the main course, and last but not least, chocolate buns for dessert,” you proudly showcased each item.

“I never knew bread could taste so heavenly until I went to your bakery. I’m happy I walked in,” Jungkook praised as he wolfed down his sandwich.

“It’s not my bakery, it’s my parents’ bakery,” you corrected him as you ate the fruit.

“Don’t you work in it nearly every day? I don’t see how it’s not your bakery too,” Jungkook insisted.

“I’m not the one running the business,” you argued.

“You seem to put in the same amount as work as them. Instead of baking, you’re handling all of the customers. That’s gotta count for something, right?” Jungkook persisted.

“Fine, I guess you could say it’s a family bakery. Happy?” you huffed, clearly annoyed.

“Hey, I wasn’t trying to make you angry. I’m sorry if I overstepped,” Jungkook apologized, putting his sandwich down, “I wanted to let you know how much I love your family’s bread, that’s all.”

“No, it’s fine. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have snapped at you. It’s just…” your trailed off as you gazed at the blue sky.

“I don’t want to pry, but I’m happy to sit here and listen,” Jungkook offered.

“I don’t want to scare you away by dumping my personal issues on you,” you tried to lighten the mood.

“I don’t think you could do that, ____,” Jungkook assured you.

Your eyes widened ever so slightly since he caught you off guard with his sincerity, but soon you gave him a soft smile.

“Fine, since we’re just sitting here anyway,” you caved as you picked up your sandwich, “I wish I wasn’t here anymore. Don’t get me wrong, I love my parents and I love the bakery. I just wish I got to go to a big city somewhere and attend a real university. I don’t know what I’d study, I just know that I thought my life would be different by now,” you turn away from him to hide your watery eyes.

“It’s not all that great,” Jungkook responded after a short pause, “I came from a small town too. The only difference was that it was along a beach, not by a forest. Wait, the location doesn’t matter,” he quietly scolded himself, “What I’m trying to say is that I did get away from my hometown. I was so excited to finally be a city kid. I didn’t realize how overwhelming it would be. Now look at me. I’m a senior in college with no direction in life. That’s what I get for choosing a career with no job security,” he chuckled as he looked down at the camera around his neck.

“But are you doing what you love?” you quietly asked.

“I think so. Are you?” he asked back.

“I think so,” you sighed, finally turning to look at him.

“I could always take you back to the city with me,” Jungkook flashed you a big bunny smile.

“Don’t joke with me like that. I hate getting my hopes up,” you playfully punch him in the arm.

“I’m not joking!” he yelped in surprise.

The conversation turned into a more cheerful one. You both spoke about your dreams, both childhood and present day. It was fun talking with Jungkook as you both watched the clouds roll by without a care in the world.

“Maybe you could get some pretty shots of some wildlife while we’re out here,” you recommended when the conversation came to a pause.

“Do you want to model for me?” Jungkook asked.

“Huh?” his sudden proposal surprised you.

“It’s completely okay if you don’t want to! Actually, just forget I said anything,” Jungkook looked down at the camera in his hands in a futile attempt to hide his flushed cheeks.

“Just tell me how to pose,” you smiled, already getting up.

“Uh, just act natural,” he said awkwardly as you leaned against the thick tree trunk.

At first, you made some silly poses that made Jungkook laugh. To be honest, you only did that because you really didn’t know how to pose next to the tree while making it look natural. Forcing a smile, you attempted to lean on the tree like as if it were another person.

“You don’t have to fake a smile,” Jungkook called from behind the camera.

“I don’t know what to do!” you called back.

“Act natural!”

“How do I do that?”

“Naturally!”

His response rewarded him a sarcastic eye roll, followed by a burst of laughter. Jungkook furiously clicked his camera as you laughed even harder. He praised you for ‘being in your natural state’ as he took shots from ridiculous angles. He gave you a thumbs up after he was satisfied with the impromptu photoshoot.

“Is laughing until I can’t breathe just me being in my natural state?” you asked playfully as you sat back down on the picnic blanket.

“It was authentic, so I would say so. I wish I could capture sound too, your laugh is so cute,” Jungkook said nonchalantly as he scrolled through the photos.

His eyes widened as soon as he realized what he said. He opened his mouth to try and take it back, or at least cover it up. He looked over at you shyly, only to see that you were digging out dessert from the basket. He let out a sigh of relief. Thankfully, you didn’t hear him.

“How were the pictures?” you asked, scooting to sit beside him after handing him the dessert.

“See for yourself,” he proudly showed you.

You were amazed by his talent. Even without editing, the photos looked like they were ready to be submitted into a contest. Everything looked so perfect. Your smile was genuine, the lighting was optimal, and your hair looked surprisingly good. You applauded him for his talent, to which he bashfully denied by saying he was still such an amatuer. You both finally dug into the desserts.

“These chocolate buns were amazing,” Jungkook licked his lips after he finished it.

“They’re my personal favorite! They’re also the best things that I can make on my own,” you winked at him as you finished yours.

“You made these?” Jungkook’s doe eyes filled with awe.

“Yep! Don’t act so surprised,” you pouted.

“Sorry, it’s just that you told me your parents bake everything. These were really good! Probably the best things I’ve had since--oh wait. You have a little something,” Jungkook leaned forward to wipe the corner of your mouth with his thumb.

You both froze for a second, in shock of this intimate gesture. Jungkook’s mouth opened to apologize, but you stopped him before he had the chance. Without thinking about it, you put your mouth around his thumb. You sucked on it for a second before you snapped back to reality. You started apologizing profusely the instant his thumb left your mouth.

“It’s okay! I shouldn’t have touched you in the first place,” Jungkook shied away from you, refusing to look you in the eyes.

“I don’t know what came over me,” you apologized as you grabbed his hand.

Jungkook looked at you with an embarrassed expression the moment you held his hand in yours. At first you didn’t realize why he was so embarrassed, you were the one sucking his thumb. But then, you noticed Jungkook sheepishly resting his other hand in his lap.

“Jungkook,” you said sweetly.

“Yes?” he answered, his eyes averting yours once more.

“Do you want me to do it again?”

“Huh?” he looked back at you with disbelief.

You made a bold move as you moved to straddle his lap, each leg settling beside his waist. You brought his hand up to your mouth and batted your eyes innocently.

“Like this,” you say before licking his pointer finger.

Jungkook gulped while slowly nodding his head, giving you permission to continue. His eyes stayed glued on you as you wrapped your lips around his finger. You dragged your flattened out tongue from the base to the tip. You then reversed this motion, but instead only using the tip of your tongue. You began to work on his middle finger as well. It was hard to fit his long fingers in your mouth, but you’re no quitter. Your tongue weaved between his fingers, adequately coating them with your saliva.

Jungkook’s breaths quickened the longer you went on. You felt a bulge grow between your thighs as you straddled him. Perhaps wearing a dress was a great idea after all. Your hips began to move on their own as you slowly grinded on Jungkook.

“____…” Jungkook moaned quietly when you daringly took three fingers into your mouth.

Rubbing your clothed pussy against his hard crotch spurred you on even more. Drool was dribbling down Jungkook’s arm and your chin, but neither of you cared. It just made you look more erotic to him. His other hand was on your hip to help you maintain a rhythm. You opened your eyes to make contact with his as you suckled his fingers. That’s all it took to make him come undone.

He quickly pushed you off of him as he cried out. You were both too shocked to say anything for a few seconds. Jungkook seemed too embarrassed to look you in the eyes again, his cheeks bright red.

“Jungkook, I--” you started to apologize.

“You probably think I’m pretty lame huh? Cumming in my pants like some sort of middle schooler,” he looked down in defeat.

“What? No, of course not!” you disagreed.

“Don’t lie,” Jungkook refused to believe you.

“Jungkook, that was honestly the hottest thing I’ve ever done. What we just did was hotter than when I was actually having sex,” you tried to cheer him up.

“You’re not lying?” Jungkook finally looked up at you with sad puppy dog eyes.

“I swear I’m not. I could help you clean it up, if you’d like,” you offered.

“I think that would make me feel worse. Just hand me some napkins and I’ll go take care of it myself,” he declined.

You packed everything up while you waited for Jungkook to return. He discreetly threw away the ball of used napkins into the designated trash bag, praying to god that you weren’t looking.

The walk back was quiet and awkward. Neither of you knew what to say. You were horrified with how you acted; you’ve never been so bold before. Jungkook was ashamed of cumming before he had the chance to do anything to you. He felt so pathetic.

“I’m sorry for making you so uncomfortable, Jungkook,” you finally apologized.

“Are you kidding? You think I would cum that fast if I was uncomfortable?” Jungkook looked at you with incredulity, “I’m the one who should be sorry. I’m disgusting and came in my pants while you did all the hard work.”

“You’re not disgusting at all, Jungkook. I enjoyed it too. I can’t remember the last time I was that horny,” you laughed.

All the tension in the air had disappeared. Jungkook bounced back to being his cheery self. The conversation went back to normal as you brought him back to the bakery. You hugged him goodbye and were about to leave when he caught your hand.

“Thank you so much for the tour. I know we’ve only known each other for a day but... would you like to go on a date with me?” Jungkook asked with a hopeful look in his eyes.

“No,” you said firmly, watching his shoulders fall, “I’d love to go on a date with you,” you smirked.

“You jerk!” Jungkook gasped.

You couldn’t help it, he was too easy to tease. After working out the details, it was decided that he would come pick you up on Friday night.

Jungkook took you to basically the only restaurant in town (that wasn’t the cafe). It was a family run Italian eatery, and it took Jungkook by surprise.

“Is everyone in this place a master chef or something? This is delicious!” he praised as he ate his pasta.

“I guess it’s the authenticity of family recipes? You probably eat at more chain restaurants while you’re in the city,” you shrugged as you twirled noodles around your fork.

The date went on pleasantly. Jungkook wanted to know as much about you as you did him. The conversations you had were lively and fun; there was never a dull moment with him. Something about him just automatically clicked with you.

“What’s your favorite thing to photograph?” you asked.

“I like taking pictures of landscapes and buildings. That’s why I was super excited about going to a university in the city. It’s a lot easier than taking pictures of people! Unfortunately, that’s where the money is right now,” he explained.

“You don’t like taking pictures of people?”

“Not really, no,” he answered bluntly.

“Then why did you ask me to model for you?” you were genuinely curious.

Jungkook froze in his seat. He took a long sip of his drink before answering you.

“For practice, I suppose,” he said softly.

“I’m happy I was able to help then,” you smiled, thinking nothing of it.

Jungkook seemed grateful that you didn’t press for more details, and was soon coaxed out of his shy shell once the topic of anime came around. You were happy that he took you out on a proper date, you hadn’t been on one in so long.

He walked you back under the pale moonlight. You were admiring the twinkling stars when you realized that Jungkook hadn’t said anything in a while. His hand awkwardly brushed against yours when you first left the restaurant, but you didn’t think much of it. Jungkook seemed to be thinking hard about something as he walked alongside you. You were going to say something when the back of his hand brushed against yours again. He instantly pulled away and uttered a small “sorry”.

“What’s wrong, Jungkook?” you were worried now, you thought the date went well.

“Nothing…,” his voice trailed off as he looked away.

You interlocked his pinky with yours without a word. Jungkook looked over at you with surprise, but said nothing. He admonished himself for not committing to hold your hand, but he was happy with this too. In fact, he thought it was cuter than actual hand holding.

You arrived in front of your house. Bidding Jungkook goodnight, you went in for a hug. Jungkook also went in for a hug, but he leaned the same way you did. In a quick bumble, your lips grazed the corner of Jungkook’s, causing you to jump back. You stood in Jungkook’s arms, looking away in embarrassment. He brought up one of his hands to cup your cheek, forcing you to look back at him. His eyes sparkled under the moonlight as he gazed into yours.

Slowly, you found yourself leaning forward. Jungkook met you in the middle, his lips finding yours. It was a tender kiss, sweet and soft. You broke it off after a couple seconds to giggle, but Jungkook pulled you back into it. He kissed you gently, yet with so much passion. You reciprocated his affection as your fingers intertwined with his hair, deepening the kiss.

He finally pulled away, smiling back at you. To be honest, you wish it lasted longer. However, you knew you would have had a hard time controlling yourself if it did.

“Thank you for dinner,” you thanked him with a soft voice.

“Of course, thank you for accompanying me,” he bowed like a gentleman and kissed your hand. You couldn’t help but laugh at his gesture.

“Too much?” he tilted his head.

“Don’t change a thing,” you continued to laugh.

All sorts of thoughts about Jungkook swam in your mind as you fell asleep that night.

Jungkook soon began to hangout with you every day. When he wasn’t out trying to take pictures, he would be in the bakery keeping you company. Your parents teased him, saying that he better buy something or else they’d kick him out, but they never did. In fact, your mom would always sneak him some freshly baked goods.

After work, you and Jungkook would spend even more time together. It didn’t matter if you guys were exploring nature, cooling off in the stream, or just watching movies; you enjoyed it all. It was nice having someone to talk to for a change. Jungkook never asked to make plans with you, he just assumed you guys would hangout the next day when he said “see ya tomorrow!”

You knew you had a crush on Jungkook, but you didn’t know how he felt. Yes, he took you on a date. Yes, you’ve kissed. Yes, you made in cum in his pants (not necessarily in that order). You were waiting on him to ask you to be his girlfriend. You didn’t want to pressure him, especially when you knew that he’d be going back to school in the fall.

One day, much to your chagrin, Jungkook was helping you with inventory. You argued that he shouldn’t work since he wasn’t getting paid, but he smiled and replied that spending time with you was all the payment he needed. You were too flustered to argue after that.

“Great, everything has been accounted for! Can you help me put this box back up there?” you asked him, nodding your head at a particularly high shelf that was out of your reach. You grabbed a step stool for him to make it easier.

Jungkook lifted up the heavy box of supplies with ease, and placed it back on the shelf. He looked down at you and smiled.

“What?” you cocked your head.

He said nothing as he leaned down and kissed your forehead, “You just look cute from up here.”

You looked away as you blushed, not knowing what to say. Jungkook laughed as he got down from the step stool. He teased you about it for the rest of the day.

Days flew by as it was getting closer and closer to Jungkook’s departure. You let Jungkook decide on what to do during his last day there. He picked you up at the bakery after your shift. He wanted to take one last stroll with you around town before he had to leave. You were about to hug him goodbye when he invited you over, saying that he had a box of popcorn he needed help finishing.

After watching a couple movies, Jungkook had his arms around you as you rested your head on his shoulder. Cuddling had become a norm between you two. Jungkook suddenly nudged your side, causing you to shriek.

“Sorry, just making sure you were still awake,” he giggled.

“I was, but now I definitely am,” you said as you returned the favor and tickled his sides.

It soon became a war of tickling as laughter erupted from both of you. Jungkook was just as ticklish as you were, making it a deadly battle. Before you knew it, you were straddling Jungkook, gripping both of his wrists in your hands. You both stared at each other as the laughter subsided, now replaced with heavy breathing.

“You could easily knock me over, you know,” you said as you lowered your nose to his.

“What if I don’t want to?” he whispered back.

He moved his head upwards to kiss you, catching you by surprise. You kissed him back, pushing him back down. You lowered your hips to rest on his hardened crotch. You let go of his wrists to help him take off his shirt before removing your own.

Once your lips connected again, Jungkook’s hands moved freely over your body, gently caressing your breasts. He treated you so tenderly, it made you even hornier. Your hands reached down to unzip his pants.

“Is this okay?” you paused to ask.

“Only if you take off your pants too,” he answered with a smirk.

Soon enough you were both down to just your underwear. You palmed Jungkook’s erection, curious to see it. It already felt huge in comparison to your hands.

“I want to fuck you, _____,” Jungkook groaned as you kissed his neck.

“I’m glad we want the same thing. Where do you want me?” you cooed.

“Like this is fine,” he quickly answered.

He helped you take off his underwear, revealing his massive dick. Your pussy clenched at the sight of it. You wriggled out of your panties and positioned yourself on top of him.

“Ready?” you asked.

Jungkook just nodded, his eyes wide with anticipation. He gulped as he watched you slowly lower yourself onto him, taking in each inch slowly. You moaned as he went deeper and deeper in you. You hadn’t had sex in a long time (and admittedly it wasn��t very good). Now, you were sopping wet and Jungkook was filling you up perfectly. Once you reached the base of his dick, you took your time going back up.

From the look on Jungkook’s face, he was in pure bliss. You continued to tease him as you fucked him slowly. You transitioned from taking his entire length to just swiveling around his tip, making him moan from the overstimulation. Jungkook dug his nails into your lower back, begging you to take all of him in again.

You leaned back over and peppered kisses along his chest and up his neck. Jungkook whimpered at the sensation, his breathing grew uneven. You giggled at him as you suckled on his neck, leaving wet kisses in your wake. Once you had enough of teasing him, you slammed back down onto him, and both your moans filled the room. Your hips began to move faster as you bounced on top of him. Jungkook’s grip on you tightened.

“I--I’m gonna cum,” he panicked.

You immediately hopped off, hoping to edge him. He whimpered at the loss of your warm pussy, but your plan seemed to work. His eyes begged you to get back on top.

“Now it’s your turn to fuck me,” you demanded as you laid down on your back.

Jungkook complied and positioned himself between your legs. He bent over to kiss you while he pushed his cock back inside of you. He took his time at first, but then tried to pick up the pace. His movements were awkward and stiff, and his pelvis hit your hips in a way that you knew they were going to bruise later.

“Jungkook, just relax,” you commanded.

Jungkook steadied his breathing and took your advice. He was finally able to find a rhythm and stuck to it. Luckily, it was the perfect rhythm for you as he continuously grazed your g-spot. Jungkook moaned with every stroke as your warm insides squeezed around him. You wrapped your legs around him, bringing him even closer. You looked up at him to see that the usual sweet star filled doe eyes of his had switched to a version of pure ecstasy as he gazed down at you with blown out pupils. The change was a little jarring, but also incredibly sexy when you realized the potential duality Jungkook could have. You pulled him into a deep kiss, tongues exploring foreign regions as he pounded into you.

“I’m gonna--,” his breath hitched.

“Cum on me baby,” you panted as you furiously rubbed your clit, desperate to cum with him.

With perfect timing, Jungkook got to feel you cum around him for a few seconds before he had to pull out and finish all over your chest. He gave you a quick peck on the cheek before scurrying off to find something to clean you with.

He rested his head on your chest as you held him close. You were falling asleep when he said something.

“Sorry, what did you say?” you asked him since you barely heard him.

“I am, well I guess was, a virgin,” Jungkook admitted.

“Oh,” you tried to mask your surprise.

“I didn’t wanna say anything. I mean, how lame is it that I’m a college senior and have never gotten laid. You’re probably surprised huh? I’m not lying, I swear.”

“I am surprised, but only because you seem like ladies would be all over you. You’re so handsome, funny, charming--”

“Yes yes keep going,” Jungkook joked.

“--and a genuinely good guy. Plus I feel like being a photographer would help you meet a lot of pretty girls,” you reasoned.

“While all of that is true, the real reason is pretty embarrassing. I’m...I’ve always been kinda scared of girls,” Jungkook sighed as you tried to suppress your laughter, “I’m not kidding! I always get so nervous around girls, I could never actually talk to them.”

“So am I not a girl in your eyes?” you teased.

“You’re a woman,” he answered cockily.

“Shut up! I hope your first time was enjoyable. Thanks for entrusting me with your v card,” you laughed.

You both continued joking and laughing the night away until you fell asleep in each other’s arms. While that night was enjoyable, it made Jungkook’s absence hurt more.

Life had sunk back into the same mundane routines once Jungkook left. Of course, he still kept in touch. He would text and video call you as often as he could. He’d send you pictures of his newest shooting locations, and you’d always be the first person he’d show his finished products.

You loved witnessing Jungkook’s passion grow, he had a new spark in him that wasn’t there before. With your encouragement as an extra shove, he applied to his dream job. He explained to you that it was with an agency that would send him to a random country where he’d work with a participating magazine company. You secretly envied him for even having the possibility of exploring the world.

Days and weeks started to blend together. Your parents insisted on having you help out more in the kitchen, presumably to get your mind off of Jungkook.

It was a weird fling you had with him. However, it also didn’t seem like a fling. Most flings didn’t still keep in touch in a long distance “friendship”, or whatever it was you had. You were never officially dating, but it sure as hell felt that way. You cursed yourself for waiting for him to ask, you should’ve just done it yourself. Of course, part of you felt like you’d just hold him back if you guys actually ended up dating.

These thoughts constantly swarmed your mind. Ironically, the only time you weren’t thinking about your dilemma was when you were chatting with Jungkook. The end of the semester was quickly approaching, and you could tell that he was getting antsy. He hadn’t gotten offers from anywhere that he applied. You could do nothing but give him hope but assuring him that someone somewhere will hire him.

You watched snow fall outside when you got a call.

“I GOT IN!!!” Jungkook exclaimed.

“What?! Where?!” you jumped up in excitement.

“My top choice! The one where they send me to another country! Guess where I’m going,” he sing songed.

“Umm… Italy?”

“Close! I’m going to España,” he said with a spanish accent.

“That’s amazing, Jungkook. I’m so proud of you! I knew you could do it. When do you leave?” you asked.

“In a week. God, I’m so excited! Oh, my parents are calling. I’ll talk to you later?”

“Of course. Congrats again,” you cheered before he hung up.

Before you knew it, you were crying. You were honestly happy for Jungkook, but reality hit you. You were never going to be able to tell him that you loved him. You were never going to be with him, not while you’re stuck in this town. It sucked, but you had no choice but to accept that.

Two days had passed since that phone call. Jungkook was probably busy packing and working out minor details, so you stayed out of his way. You figured things would probably be like this from now on. Why would he bother talking to a small town girl while he’s out exploring the world?

You were restocking the milk puddings rolls when the front bell chimed.

“I’ll be with you in a second,” you called out.

“No worries, I’ll wait all day if I have to,” a familiar voice responded.

You dropped the rolls as you turned around with lightning fast speed. Jungkook stood at the doorway, beaming a big bunny smile at you. You ran to him, embracing him in a tight hug. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead.

“Surprise,” he smiled.

“What are you doing here?” you asked as you wiped tears from your eyes.

“I needed to see you. I was planning on coming back and surprising you even before I left. You didn’t think I’d leave without saying goodbye, did you?” he ruffled your hair, “Oh, and those tiger flowers are beautiful,” he nodded over to the flower bouquet on the checkout counter.

“I got them because they reminded me of you,” you blushed, your ears turning red.

“Did I hear Jungkook?” you mom poked her head out of the kitchen, “Oh my goodness! Honey look! Jungkook is back!” she called your dad.

Your parents came out to greet him. He explained everything to them, and they congratulated him.

“How long will you be here? Aren’t you leaving soon?” your dad inquired.

“I leave tomorrow night. I wish I could stay longer,” Jungkook answered solemnly.

“____ suddenly doesn’t have to work until after you’ve left,” your mom smiled fondly at you.

Your eyes lit up as you kissed your parents on the cheek to thank them. After grabbing your jacket, you took Jungkook’s hand and dragged him out. You both aimlessly walked around the town as you chatted. He went more in depth with the details of his job. He was most excited about capturing photos of the city. After looking up some pictures of the architecture, he immediately fell in love with Madrid.

Jungkook invited you over to watch some of the short films he worked on over the past semester. While they were just videos of his friends with no plot, you could feel their friendship seeping through the screen. The way Jungkook played with music and colors really enhanced the already well shot video. You felt at peace sitting beside Jungkook on his bed as he showed you all his past projects. Part of you wished that this moment would never end.

“You’ve made me a better person, you know,” Jungkook said out of nowhere, “I’m more talkative around my friends, and I’ve gotten more comfortable with being myself.”

“I didn’t do anything, that’s all you,” you smiled as you poked his chest.

“You definitely helped,” he ran his fingers through your hair, “I love you, ____.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

“I love you too. I thought I’d never get to say that,” you said with a sigh of relief.

He looked into your eyes before leaning forward slowly. You’ve been waiting for this moment for so long, you practically pounced on him. You kissed him passionately, as if to show him how much you missed him. Clothes were thrown in every direction leading to bare skin being exposed.

Jungkook’s soft hands roamed across your body as if he were trying to memorize your every curve. His touch was a bit rougher than the last time, his lips crashed against yours as he pinched your nipples. You couldn’t tell if it was desperation, carnal lust, or just a new side of Jungkook, but you didn’t mind in the slightest. His erection pressed against your thigh as your hands tangled themselves in his dark hair. You reached down to grab his cock, gripping from the base and slowly dragging your hand to the tip and then back down. He shuddered at the sensation, moaning into your mouth.

“Should I get on top?” you batted your eyes.

“Nope, I have a better idea,” Jungkook growled as he flipped you over onto your knees, “Can I fuck you like this?”

“Fuck me however you want,” you answered gleefully.

Jungkook rammed into you without hesitation. He firmly gripped your hips to keep you in place as he thrusted into you. His dick sent waves of ecstasy as he crashed into you. He surprised you when he reached his hand around you to play with your clit, causing you to squirm under him.

“Be a good girl and stay still,” he ordered.

His newfound dominance turned you on. He was no longer the baby boy that followed your every move, although you were sure that side of him was still there somewhere. You got lost in pleasure and didn’t realize how far gone you were till you felt liquid dripping down your inner thighs.

“You’re so fucking wet baby. All this for me?” Jungkook panted as he continued snapping his hips into you.

“Mhm, of course. Only for you,” you managed to moan out between thrusts.

“That’s my good girl. Get up,” he demanded as he hopped off the bed.

You obeyed, curious as to what he was going to do. As soon as you got off the bed, he spun you around and pushed your chest back over the covers. He slipped back into you with ease, groaning as your slick juices coated his cock. This new position enabled Jungkook to directly hit your g-spot with each thrust. Again, his hand wrapped around your waist to find your clit. His other hand found purchase on your neck, slightly choking you. The overstimulation had you crying out in bliss that you had never experienced before.

You were practically gushing now as your wetness ran down your legs and sprayed onto Jungkook’s thighs with each strong impact. Jungkook lifted up one of your legs onto the bed, spreading your pussy.

“Now touch yourself for me,” Jungkook directed.

He didn’t have to tell you twice. Your legs started to shake as you played with your clit at the perfect pace while Jungkook drilled into you. You were sure that you had already came numerous times by this point, but you could feel the grand finale soon approaching.

“Jungkook I--” you didn’t get a chance to finish your sentence as you climaxed onto his dick. He was infatuated with the way you looked from behind, and he couldn’t get enough of it. He pushed you back onto the bed with your legs still hanging from the edge. He reinserted himself while you laid there, completely delusional from the pounding you had been receiving.

“You’re such a sexy woman,” he moaned as he anchored the weight of his arms onto your shoulders.

He continued his torment downwards. Your bountiful cheeks bounced back and forth while he repeatedly rammed into your g-spot causing you to release more of the juices his massive cock craved.

He slowed his pace but still kept going to help you ride out your high for as long as possible. The sensation of you cumming on him was enough to bring him right to the brink of no return.

“Can I cum on you?” he pleaded in a tone all too familiar to you.

“Please do,” you nodded.

“God, you’re so sexy,” he said as he gave you a couple more hard thrusts before pulling out and coating your ass with white strings.

Jungkook held you in his arms after wiping you down with a towel, both of your chests heaving in sync. You both managed to work up a sweat, but Jungkook still smelled amazing. He played with your hair as your eyelids started to get heavy.

“_____,” he whispered softly.

“Yes, Jungkook?” you replied with your eyes still closed.

“Come with me.”

“What?” your eyes shot open.

“Come with me to Spain. I know it sounds crazy, but I don’t care. You’ll finally get the adventure you’ve always wanted, and we’ll do it together,” he kissed your forehead.

His unexpected proposition had you overwhelmed. You were speechless. You would go with him in a heartbeat. It wouldn’t matter where you’d go, as long as you were with him.

“Jungkook...you know I can’t do that,” you fought back tears, nuzzling yourself further into his chest.

“I wanted to ask your parents as soon as I arrived but you rushed me out too quickly and--”

“I can’t leave them, you know that,” silent tears rolled down your cheeks.

“I think they’d understand. Plus, you’ve said that they’ve tried to convince you to go to college,” Jungkook was getting desperate, he thought you’d agree on the spot.

“They need my help now more than ever. My parents are getting old. As much as I want to leave this place, I can’t. I’m going to be stuck here forever. I’m so sorry, Jungkook,” you wept.

“It’s okay, ___. We can ask them tomorrow, how does that sound?” he rubbed your back.

“No, I can’t do that to them. You know they’ll say yes. I have to stay,” you sniffled.

“You’re a great daughter. I can’t force you to come with me. I’ll miss you. I don’t know how long I’ll be gone,” Jungkook’s voice started to falter.

“Don’t worry about me. Go live out your life. Eat great food. Take beautiful pictures. Meet pretty girls,” you tried to lighten the mood.

“You think I want to meet pretty girls? Why would I do that when I have you,” he hugged you tightly.

“We aren’t even dating, Jungkook. I don’t want to hinder you more than I already have,” you blurted.

“I...I know we aren’t dating. Not officially. But that’s just a stupid label. I want to be with you,” Jungkook’s voice softened to hide his pain.

“Maybe this was a bad idea,” you said as you got up.

Jungkook immediately pulled you back into him. Your nose brushed against his wet cheek, causing you to freeze up when you realized that he had also been crying.

“Please stay with me. At least just for tonight,” he pleaded.

“Alright. I can do that,” you softly kiss him.

You woke up the next morning with your head on Jungkook’s chest. Jungkook looked adorable while he was asleep, with his mouth agape and his hair falling messily over his forehead. You tried to inch away, but he just pulled you closer, making it impossible to escape.

He woke up with a yawn a couple minutes later. He smiled down at you before ruffling your hair.

“Jungkook, I’m sorry about last night. I--”

“Let’s not talk about it. This is my last day with you for god knows how long. Let’s just enjoy ourselves, okay?” he interrupted you.

It had been three years since that spring when you met Jungkook. You sometimes reminisce about the times you had with Jeon Jungkook. It honestly felt like a dream. Communication with him slowly faded away, and now the only conversations you had with him were one message long during birthdays and holidays. You kept up with him more through Instagram. He regularly uploaded his beautiful pictures, and you could tell that his talent only grew. He had a knack for making dull buildings and streets come to life.

Your parents planned to retire soon, leaving you to tend to the bakery by yourself. They mainly managed the front-of-house work during the busy hours now. Their goal was to finally sell the bakery, but you protested against it. As much as you wanted to be rid of the chains that tied you down, you were scared. You didn’t know what you would do if the bakery was suddenly gone. It was all you’ve ever known.

Ever since your parents announced their retirement plans, you started to dabble in pastry making. They were impressed with your skills, and your creations got added to the menu. Word spread that the already famous bakery was now carrying delicious pastries, and business soared.

You were busy decorating your latest desserts when your mother came into the kitchen.

“Your father and I have to go run a quick errand, we’ll be back soon!” she said before giving you time to protest. You grumbled to yourself as you placed strawberries on your cakes, praying that no one would come in.

“Hello? Anyone here? The sign says open,” someone called from the front.

‘God dammit’, you thought before putting on a fake customer service smile.

“Welcome to--” you stopped in your tracks.

Jungkook was standing in the middle of your bakery, looking even more handsome than you had remembered him. His face lit up as soon as he saw you. You couldn’t help yourself as you ran towards him, colliding into him with a forceful hug.

“I hear you sell desserts now,” he grinned.

“Jungkook! What are you doing here? Your hair, it’s so long! And...do you have tattoos now?!” you were in shock.

“Do I look more artsy now?” he laughed, “I came to see you. I wanted to try your desserts too, of course. No one would believe me when I said nothing can compare to your family’s bakery. Oh, I have a present for you.”

You became giddy with excitement as Jungkook brought out a brown paper bag and handed it to you. You pulled out prints of a beautiful girl standing in a forest. Wait...it looked familiar…

“Is this me?” you asked as your mouth hung open.

“Yeah, these are the pictures from when you took me on that picnic. Would you believe me if I said I barely had to touch anything up? They were already nearly perfect,” Jungkook said proudly.

“It’s because you’re a talented photographer,” you smiled.

“That, and because I had the perfect model. How could I not ask the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen to model for me?” he said as he tucked your hair behind your ear.

“So I wasn’t just practice?” you recalled asking him about it all those years ago.

“I was so nervous back then, I couldn’t bring myself to tell you the truth,” he laughed, “I’m much more open now.”

You promptly switched the ‘OPEN’ sign to ‘CLOSED’ and sat Jungkook down. You brought out one of your fresh strawberry cakes, eager to hear his opinion. His face contorted with pleasure as he took the first bite. He complimented the flavors and textures, saying that everything tasted like perfect harmony. You laughed together as he shared stories of his time abroad. He intently listened while you opened up about the struggles of the bakery.

“Anyway, that’s enough complaining for now. I’m happy you’re back! How long are you staying for this time?” you tilted your head.

“Depends,” Jungkook answered as he gazed out the window. He looked back at you with a serious expression. He quickly grabbed your hand and pulled you close, bringing your face just inches away from his.

“Do you still want to explore the world?” he asked.

“Of course, that’ll never change. But...you know I can’t,” you answered somberly.

“After everything you just told me, you still think you have to stay here?” Jungkook raised an eyebrow, “My next gig is going to be in France. Come with me this time, _____.”

You stared at him with a stunned expression. You thought he had forgotten about you. Now here he is, asking you to run away with him again.

“Why did you lose touch? I thought you had moved on. I made peace with that. God, it hurt like hell, but I came to terms with it. And now we’re doing this again,” your voice cracked as tears welled in your eyes.

“Honestly, it hurt me too much. I couldn’t bear talking to you every day or video chatting you, without knowing when I’d see you next. I never stopped thinking about you. I tried. I tried to forget...but no one could ever come close to you,” Jungkook cupped your cheek in his palm, “There’s a really good patissiere academy close to where I’ll be working. You could go there and sharpen your skills! Then maybe one day open up a bakery of your own...if you wanted.”

“But what about my parents--”

“Stop using us as an excuse to hold yourself back,” your mom scolded you as she entered the bakery.

“Did you like your surprise?” your dad winked.

“You knew?” you were bewildered.

“Jungkook contacted us a while back, asking if we thought his plan could ever be a possibility. I figured you were still head over heels for him since you never dated anyone else,” your mom shrugged.

“If you want to go, go. Don’t worry about us. We can sell the bakery, and finally retire,” your dad said.

“You have your parents’ blessing, ____. This decision is entirely up to you. What’s it gonna be? Will you come with me to France?” Jungkook asked again.

“I..,” you looked at your parents before your eyes wandered back to Jungkook, “Yes. I’d love to,” tears of joy rolled down your cheeks.

Jungkook got up and embraced you in a tight hug before he whispered, “I’ve missed you so much,” in your ear.

“Well, we better start packing,” Jungkook turned to your parents.

“Packing? Already?” your eyes widened.

“We leave by the end of the week!” Jungkook gleefully took your hand and dashed out of the store.

Jungkook dragged you through the town up to your house. You couldn’t help but smile as you watched his long hair bounce around while you ran. You could’ve sworn that sometimes they looked like bunny ears.

He was definitely Jungkook, but he seemed like the upgraded version of the shy boy you once knew. He had a new confident aura around him, and he seemed more manly than boyish now. Everything was happening so quickly, but you were nothing but excited for the adventures to come.

As long as Jungkook was by your side, you were ready to take on the world.

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