#gummy bears walk at midnight

[wolftoken]

Twilight, part 1 • iv x reader

a/n: i ordered the graphic novel!! just tier one because shipping was expensive, but im so excited!!!!

word count: 1828 • tags: gn reader, masturbation, fantasising, self doubt, reader is shorter than IV, awkward cuddling, falling asleep together, twilight movies

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Every single night for the past week he’s woken up at midnight rock hard and dripping for you. Dream after dream of pinning you down, touching your chest and biting at your neck, fucking you so good you scream his name only for him to wake up and groan in frustration at himself. Since you moved in he’s been attracted to you but it only got more intense for him as time went on. The clothes you wore that showed off your skin that made him want to reach out and grab you. The scent you sprayed on your neck every morning that seemed to linger after you’d gone, making him follow after your trail like a dog.

You’re so fucking pretty, it’s not fair for him. He just wanted a nice, quiet, clean roommate and he got one but at what cost? His sanity, it seems like. Sometimes he wished you would just bring home some fling and force him to get over his feelings. But that never happened. So he’s stuck with the swarm of butterflies that made a home in his stomach when you made a home with him.

It’s only natural that he’d touch himself to the thought of you. He can’t just walk into the kitchen with a hard-on in the morning, that would be inappropriate. But, then again, what if he did just that? What would you do? Maybe you’d get down on your knees and look up at him with those precious doe eyes like you do in his dreams. Maybe you’d throw water in his face. Either way, the thought drives his hand to sneak into his boxers and feel the pre gathering at his tip.

His hand moves quickly once he’s coated it in his spit, sliding up and down his thick cock and beginning to relieve the intense pressure he woke up with. It’s honestly embarrassing how little it takes for him to bring himself to the edge when he’s thinking about you. He’s always already so worked up from his dreams that he has to hold himself back at times so he doesn’t cum immediately. But tonight he just wants to get off and go get some leftover pasta.

He shoves his hoodie sleeve in his mouth to try and stifle his noises but he never realises how loud he actually is when he cums, or the fact that he’s moaned your name on more than one occasion.

Sometimes he feels bad afterwards, when he’s cleaning his cum off his tummy and trying to get back to sleep. When you were looking for a roommate you definitely weren’t looking for some guy to jack off to the thought of you then greet like everything’s fine the next morning. But really, what’s so bad about it if you don’t even know it’s happening? He’s not disturbing you, hopefully.

Once he’s tucked himself back into his sweatpants he gets up to wash his hands and raid the kitchen. His footsteps are light just in case you’re asleep, but he stops in the doorway when he sees you.

You’re right there, in the soft glow of the dim kitchen lamp, in nothing but a tank top and underwear. Is he dreaming again? Did he cum so hard he passed out and imagined walking into the kitchen to you half naked and reaching for the top shelf and stretching just so that your tank top lifts up and shows even more of your skin?

“Fuck, IV, you scared me,” you laugh. “Could you not sleep either?”

You could say that. Pasta be damned you look good enough to eat right now.

“Uh, no. I just wanted some pasta. Here- I’ll get you my hidden stash of gummy bears,” he says, and you know his annoyed tone is a fake one. He’d let you get away with anything and you’re starting to catch on.

The fact that you’re not addressing your state of undress is making him feel crazy. Maybe he is; maybe friends hang out at midnight in the kitchen in their underwear all the time. Trying to lift his gaze from you, he walks over to wear you’re trying to reach and effortlessly grabs the sweets. When he looks down you’re much closer to him that he thought you’d be and he freezes with his hand still in the air, but you seem to take it as a playful gesture and start jumping up to grab the bag out of his hand, all while giggling and making his heart stutter in his chest.

“Give me my candy!”

“It’s not really your candy until I give it to you.”

“Then give it to me, IV,” you pout, and it’s not meant to mean anything other than playful fake begging but dear god does it make his body heat up like a fire. His cock twitches in his sweatpants as his eyes widen at you, looking up at him with yours shining in the dim light like glass. He hands you the gummy bears, knowing if he tries to speak he’ll either come out with nothing or everything.

He watches you bend down to pull a tub of ice cream out of the freezer, and grab spoons. He’s not sure why you want all this sugar at this time of night but then again he’s not sure of a lot of things about you.

“I wanted these to eat while watching Twilight. Wanna watch with me?”

“Where-“

“Well your bed’s bigger - I’ll go get my laptop.”

His eyes widen and his jaw goes slack. You’re gonna sit in his bed? With him? Practically half naked? He’s just jerked off to the thought of you and now you’re about to climb into his bed with a tub of ice cream and a shitty film.

Maybe he’ll get to cuddle you - sneak an arm around your shoulders or subtly press his thigh to yours. Maybe you’ll lean on him and fall asleep and he’ll have no choice but to keep you there until you wake up. What if you think he’s weird because he’s looking at you too much? If he gets hard again he won’t be able to stop blushing, but at least it’ll be dark enough to hide it.

“You coming?” you call out. From his room. Fuck.

“Yeah, uh- yes,” he replies. His stomach is beginning to erupt with butterflies as he makes his way to his bed. God damn it, why do you have to look so good, so right, sitting in his bed? The top of your thighs peak out underneath his duvet and he knows his eyes linger on them too long but he can’t help himself.

Oh look, you brought an extra spoon for him to share the ice cream with you. How sweet. But then a thought occurs: he gets to watch you lick ice cream off a spoon all night. This is going to be either the worst or best night of his life.

Sliding into bed, he watched you with cautious eyes and tries to put enough space between your bodies without looking too strange. Obviously, by the look on your face, it’s not working.

“You’re gonna fall off the edge like that, just- come over here,” you giggle, although he can still tell you’re feeling a little awkward yourself. Are you regretting inviting him to your movie night? Climbing into his bed with no pants on? He hopes to every deity above and below you don’t. He’s been dreaming of waking up next to you after countless wet dreams that leave him desperate and aching for you and after tonight his wishes might come true. Even though there’s a chance you’ll wake up before him and sneak away to your own bed, or even leave after you finish your movies. He’ll just have to stay awake long enough to enjoy your presence beside him until you go.

But that’s going to be difficult. You’ve made him scoot over so that your shoulders are touching and the warmth radiating from you makes him realise how tired he is and he’s fighting to keep his eyelids open despite how bad he wants to look at you.

You’re pressing play on Twilight and he lets out a quiet laugh at the million ads on the piracy site you use. His eyes close involuntarily and he takes in the nostalgia the movie brings him. Bella’s “I never had much thought as to how I would die” speech makes him smile as he remembers watching this for the first time. It’s so bad that it’s good and it’s made better by the feeling of you pressed so close to him.

Honestly it’s ridiculous how much comfort you bring him. You haven’t even known each other that long but he’s undeniably attached to you and he hopes you at least think of him as a friend and not your weird roommate who stares at you in your underwear in the kitchen at midnight. If you did, you wouldn’t climb into his bed and pull him close, would you? You wouldn’t let him rest his head on your shoulder while his eyes droop shut and his breathing steadies.

When you lean over to put the second movie on, IV wakes up and realises you’re still here, so he couldn’t have been asleep for long. His hand has moved by its own volition to rest on your thigh, just above your knee, and his heart picks up its pace at the feeling of your soft skin against his palm. He recognises the intro to New Moon and feels you lean back against the pillows and relax, and your free hand comes to rest on his. Suddenly he’s a lot less worried of seeming creepy now that you don’t seem to mind his touch, and even reciprocate it, but he’s not sure if he should go any further than this.

It’s not that he doesn’t feel every single cell in his body urge him to squeeze your soft thighs and pull them apart and dive into you. He just doesn’t want to scare you. You’re precious to him and you have no idea. So, for now, his hand stays where it is and he doesn’t dig his fingers any deeper into your warmth skin, and he revels in the feeling of your hand atop his as your fingers absentmindedly graze over his knuckles.

You look sleepy, too. There’s ice cream still left in the container, half melted and you’ve dug out all the chocolate chunks while he’s been asleep. But he doesn’t mind, he’s just happy to be here with you. His eyes flutter with the strain of keeping them open to look at you for just a moment longer. He wants to see you fall asleep with him. But it’s 2am and you’re warm and soft and you smell so good. Maybe tomorrow he’ll tell you how much he appreciates you.

[a-whispering-echo]

Sans Nickname Masterpost

A collection of nicknames used for the sanses, for what ever you may need them for. Some of these are ones ive made up, so are once other people have used, im just collecting them.

This is a collective project, if you have one for ANY sans, even ones not already on the list, sent them my way, in the comments, my asks or you could dm me, i dont mind, ill get them on when i can.

Nightmare

Night, Mare, Nightlight, Moonlight, Midnight, Moon, Moonbeam, Nightingale, Moonbeam, moony, Moonflower, Lune, Moonshine, Noot, Nootmare, Octopus, Calamari

Dream

Sunshine, Glowstick, Firefly, Starlight, Starling, Pipe dream, starshine, sunspot, sunflower, Dreamer, Solar Flare, little light, ray of light, Solstice, Sunburst, Sol, Daydream, Bumblebee,

Killer

Killz, tears, oil eyes, stabby, cutlet, killshot, overkill, Killjoy, skillet, roadkill, Buttercup, Rogue, Target

Cross

X, C, criss-cross, applesauce, crossy, crossroads, crossword, zebra crossing, zebra, pup, puppy, crossy road, double stuff, candy floss, cotton candy, candy, cookie, crossbow, your X-cellence, black white and red all over, Jellybean, lionheart,

Horror

Big guy, H, Gummy Bear, Teddy Bear, teddy, bear, Pumpkin, Cookie Monster, chompy, chum, Crackhead

Dust

Murder, dusty, dust bunny, bun, bunny, duster, feather duster, feather, dustbin, dustpan, Little Lamb, lamb, lambchop, powder, cocaine, powdered sugar, sugar, dust cloud, snowdrop, cinnabunny, walking dust mote, stardust, Red Riding Hood,

Blue/Swap

Baby Blue, blueberry, bluebell, bluebird, Bluebonnet, Blueberry Muffin, muffin, Bluejay, mistletoe, Swapper, Cadet, Guard, Berry blues

Ink

Inky, Squid, Squididiot, inkblot, Doodlebug, Snickerdoodle, Inkstain, inkling, Inkdrop, Inkwell, skittles, Stink, Calamari

Error

glitchy, Ru, Ru ru, mistake, Bumblebee,

Fell

Red, spikes, fellanie

[ssirenaamae]

HER|Park Jimin 박 지민

Based on the song “HER” by Chase Atlantic

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Chapter three

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"Should I get jelly colas or gummy bears?" Chung-Ae asked.

With no hesitation, I replied, "Both, obviously."

"Both it is then!" She threw them both on the cart.

Right now, we were shopping for snacks because of our impromptu sleepover. I usually don't keep snacks at home because I get too tempted to eat them instead of important meals—and I'll end up binge eating at night, which I'm not very fond of. Midnight snacks are a big no-no for me.

Nevertheless, it won't hurt to break the rules for just one day.

We almost bought half of the store with us because why not? We bought chips, nachos, ice cream, chocolates, and candy. I mean, who could resist them?

"Did you decide on what movie we will watch?" Chung-Ae questioned, casually opening a bag of chips.

I shook my head, "No, not really. We'll search for something interesting to watch when we get home."

She hums, proceeding to eat some chips. I felt like we forgot something, but I'm not sure what it could be. It's certainly not food, that's for sure.

Drinks!

How could I forget? We went to the drinks aisle, picking a bunch of different beverages. I'll need to donate most of the stuff we bought to the food shelter since I'm sure we won't be able to eat or drink all of this.

"Oh my God, the craziest thing happened—"

"Ms.Deung?"

Oh, no.

Out of all days, why would he decide to go to the convenience store today? I feel like the universe hates me sometimes.

Chung-Ae's eyes widened, staring at me as I glared back at her. Could she be more obvious about it? I could feel his questioning gaze on me, which made me sigh. I mean, it's practically piercing my back.

I turned around and faced him with a forced smile, "Hello, sir. How are you?"

"I'm good, thanks. I hope you're feeling better than last time," he grinned.

His smile literally melts my heart. The way he's looking at me so politely and yet at the same time concerned is truly affecting me. Chung-Ae must've noticed me immersed in my thoughts, clearing her throat to bring my attention back here.

I coughed, "Um, yeah I'm doing better. It was just a tough day, that's all."

His smile faltered a bit, seeing right through my lie. Nevertheless, he decided to speak about something else, which I'm thankful for.

"I see. I probably caught you at the wrong time, haven't I?" he gestured at our cart piled with multiple snacks, which made me cringe.

It's like we packed everything there that would cause us health issues.

I nervously laughed, "Yeah, well uh we're having a movie night so..."

He turned his attention to Chung-Ae, politely greeting her while she did the same. "Do you take Psychology too?" He asked. I'm pretty sure he knows she doesn't. He's probably trying to be polite and not leave her out of this conversation.

"No, I don't. I work as an interior designer," she said.

He hummed, "That's a lovely job. "

He looked at me, "I won't bother you guys further. Have a lovely Evening."

"You too, sir," I smiled.

Right as he left, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. Chung-Ae snorted, shaking her head at how helpless I am. I seriously need to get a hold of myself. This can't go on any longer.

•❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

As I scrolled through the list of movies to watch on tv, I heard the front door open which alarmed me. Chung-Ae is here with me, so I know it's not her. Did someone break in?

Grabbing my charger, I shakily walked towards the door, ready to whip whoever dared to break into my house—that is until I heard a familiar voice, which made me sigh out of relief.

"Kyung-Mi, where are you?" My mom called out.

"I'm in the living room, mom!" I shouted.

Mom entered the living room, throwing her bag across the room, not caring where it lands. Her eyes lazily traveled to me and she raised her brows. She stared at my hand that was holding the charger like some sort of weapon and snorted, "Did you think someone broke into the house? Never mind that—did you actually think a charger would do anything?"

I scratched my head, "Well, that was the only thing near me that I could find which could serve as a weapon, so..."

She sighed, extending her arms as I ran to her and hugged her tightly. It's been a while since I've seen my mom. I wish I could live with her again, but I need to be independent. I know that if I move back into my mom's house, I'll be so dependent on her again. That's probably the last thing she wants.

My mom has been a big part of my life and still is. I truly couldn't live without her.

"Oh my God, is my mind playing tricks on me, or did I just hear Nara's voice?" Chung-Ae squealed. She ran from the kitchen and indeed saw my mom standing beside me.

"Nara! It's been so long!" Chung-Ae hugged my mom.

"Yeah, well, things have been hectic at the company," she laughed.

After the jump scare I received from my mom, we caught up a bit with her. Chung-Ae and mom talked about work struggles; meanwhile, I searched for a movie to watch for us three.

"Yeah, like can you believe her? The nerve she has," Chung-Ae scoffed.

My mom laughed, listening to Chung-Ae talking about her coworker animatedly.

I couldn't help but wonder what would mom's reaction be if I told her about professor Park. Would she be disappointed? Would she accept it?

My mother did marry early, after all, and had me at the age of 20. There was an age gap between her and my father, but it wasn't so huge. Still, her experience wasn't that great. It left her being a single mother to a child when she was just young and clueless.

Since then, my mom has been wary of relationships. Wary of men. It was an irrational fear of hers, which is understandable considering the emotional trauma she went through.

I know if I brought this up to her she would freak out. Knowing that her one and only daughter had fallen for her professor. She tried to educate me on how to find the right man for myself and learn through her mistakes, but I did the exact opposite. I'm deliberately hurting myself by liking him. If only professor Park wasn't so great, I wouldn't have liked him as much as I do now.

"Anyway, you should visit us more often. It's getting boring not having you around," Chung-Ae's voice snapped me out of my daze.

Mom sighed, promising her that she'll try to come here whenever she was free. She then looked at me and grabbed my hand, squeezing it while smiling at me. I felt myself relax at her touch.

She always knew when I was feeling down. She's my mom, after all. I don't know what would I do without her.

For that, I will never disappoint her.

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A few months later

Today was finally graduation day. It felt so—surreal.

I had my makeup professionally done, but it wasn't anything major. It was just a soft glam look. I had my hair professionally done too, giving my pin-straight hair some volume and curls.

Chung-Ae helped with my graduation dress shopping. The dress we picked out looked so much better on me than I had anticipated.

I must say, I looked really nice. I felt confident for once. It was rare nowadays to feel confident, but I hope things will change in the future.

Anyway, I wore the graduation robe alongside my hat and looked at myself through the mirror in one of the University's bathrooms.

I finally graduated.

It truly hit me once I saw myself in the robe. Not going to lie, I'm kind of nervous about being an actual adult. I'm going to have to work to earn a living, and I'll be fully independent.

But I'm excited to finally face the real world.

I left the bathroom and went to the auditorium, standing in line waiting for my name to be called. I could see Chung-Ae and mom sitting next to each other, waiting for my name to be called out.

When my name was finally called out, I couldn't help but grin like a child as I headed up the stage. I shook the hands of the professors and took a picture with my certificate.

I left the stage as I received my certificate while feeling that I'm finally free. I'm no longer going to stress out over midterms, or exams ever again in my life.

As I went to take a seat beside my other colleagues, I saw Professor Park standing at the corner of the auditorium, clapping.

He mouthed to me "congratulations".

After the ceremony was done, I went to Chung-Ae and mom, receiving endless amounts of hugs and praises from them. I then looked back to the corner of the auditorium and saw that he was still there. I couldn't help but go to him, which left Chung-Ae and mom in a state of confusion. They didn't know where was I going, but I couldn't care. I had only one thing in mind, and that was closure.

I beckoned professor park to follow me to the hall, which made him perplexed. As we stood in the hallway, I took a big breath and bowed to professor Park which made him panic.

"Ms. Deung, please—"

"Thank you, Professor, for everything!" I cut him off. I stood up and saw his panicked face, which would have made me laugh if I wasn't so serious.

"Thank you for being a great role model to me, for consoling me, and for being so understanding. I couldn't be thankful for you enough. I probably wouldn't be where I am today without your help. I hope that I could somehow help you the same way you helped me, but it's not possible. So for that, I will be forever grateful for your help, sir." I said, feeling some tears threatening to spill from my eyes.

Professor Park smiled a soft smile and grabbed his handkerchief as he dried the tears that I didn't know I had shed.

"First of all, my help isn't what got you here in the first place. It's you, Ms. Deung. If you weren't as smart and amazing, my help would have meant nothing. You need to give yourself more credit, okay? And please, don't thank me for all of this. I'll gladly do it all over again because you deserve all of it," Professor Park said, patting my face gently to dry it off.

He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, "Now, go celebrate. You won't get to repeat your graduation day, so make it count!"

I nodded to professor Park, bidding him goodbye one last time before leaving him to go to mom and Chung-Ae.

This chapter of my life is finally closed and done.

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Lol I wrote this chapter while I'm sick, so I apologize for any grammatical mistakes.

[lemon-lime-li]

bakugo likes cake

@doodlestation

[chaoticparker]

puberty

tasm!peter parker x f!reader

summary: You get a bunch of weird calls from your boyfriend Peter, causing you two to take a midnight walk

w/c: 2k

w: suggestive like twice

a/n: this is starryspidey, i just changed my name!

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“Hey, y/n can you pick up? Something kinda funky just happened when I was in the subway. Call me back.”

“Do you know if it’s possible for your eyesight to change—and not as in it gets worse but gets better? Or trick yourself into thinking you need glasses? Call me back.”

“Oh my fucking god, hey y/n do you know by any chance if guys have second puberty? With like crazy strength and like sweat that causes you to stick to shit? Call me back.” 

“Hey I know it’s 3 am, but—”

“Oh my god Peter what?!” You groaned into your phone. You turned on your bedside lamp because you know you’ll have to get up. “I know you're an insomniac but I finally got to sleep, so what is so important?”

“I’m really hungry and I don’t want to go out by myself and I was wondering if you would like to come with me.” Outside? Really? You glanced at the clock, 2:21. At this hour? 

“Only if you pick me up.” You decided. It’s not like you could ever say no to him. “I’m not walking alone to meet you.”

“See you in five.” Peter agreed, you heard some grunting on the other end before you pressed the end call button. 

You savored your final moments in the warmth of being under your covers before slowly getting up. You rubbed your eyes, getting the sleep out, then clicked on your voicemail while putting on some sweats. His voice echoed out as he talked fast and panted a bit. 

You heard a soft knock at your window soon after, and through the soft lamp light you could make out Peter's face. He waved, then motioned for you to unlock the window. 5 minutes couldn’t have passed, it seemed more like two minutes. 

“How’d you get up here?” You stuck your head out and looked down. “And so quickly.”

“Just climbed the fire escape.” He gestured for you to get out onto the fire escape. “No biggie.” 

“Thought you were scared of heights?” You joked, but Peter just rolled his eyes, while still trying to keep a watchful eye on you. Both of you were trying to be as quiet as possible as to not wake the other people sleeping in their rooms. 

When you both eventually climbed down, you headed to the neighborhood bodega. He reached for your hand, then when you were about to take it he quickly pulled away; almost like there was an eclectic shock that repulsed him from you. Maybe he outgrew holding your hand? Is that a thing that happens to happy couples? Or is Peter now guilt ridden and now wants to break up with you?

“How are you doing?” You instead asked. He might just be having one of those nights, but he definitely seemed off. 

“Meh.” He shrugged his shoulders as he held open the door for the bodega store. You smiled at him as you entered, him following from behind after having some sort of altercation with the door. You both made a beeline to the slushy machine, grabbing a cup and looking at the limited and terrible options. “Did you ever listen to my messages?”

“Changing eyesight, sweaty sticky hands, strength and freaky subway shit, right?” Peter nodded as he filled up your cup, then his.

“Yeah, uh, I was wondering if…” He sighed and handed you your slushy. “If you know if that's normal?” He cringed at his word choice, it wasn’t what he really wanted to ask and you could clearly tell. 

“Uhm, didn’t Aunt May get you one of those books that tells you all about your ‘changing body’.” You softly laughed, causing Peter to get quickly flustered. 

“Please don’t make this more embarrassing.” He mumbled, picking out some gummy bears and pretzels before going to the old many behind the counter. 

“$9.28 ‘s your total.” The man said. Peter reached in his pocket and pulled out a crumpled ten dollar bill and put it on the counter. The older man grabbed it and Peter grabbed his snacks and you grabbed your slushy, heading out the door. 

“I’m not sure if asking your girlfriend about the normality of a man's body makes the most sense.” You took a sip and out of habit reached for his hand but hesitated from earlier. Peter’s already drowned his slushy, dumping it in a passing bin. 

“Actually you're perfect for that” He ran in front of you and walked backwards, arms held out. “Notice anything different about me?”

Clearly he isn't planning on breaking up with you, but you still had no idea what this was all about. You sighed in relief, though you were still worried because Peter definitely wasn’t doing too well. “You look good, Pete. Super sexy.” You teased.

Peter rolled his eyes but he still seemed displeased with your answer. “Look closer, like, here hold these.” He handed you the packets of snacks and then took off his shirt. “I have muscle now.”

“Um,” What are you supposed to say? “Hot?”

“I know it is, but I don’t know why I have ‘em.” He itched the back of his neck. “Also, do you know anything about Spider bites?”

“Can’t say that I do.” You laughed. Now, this was more like Peter--not the new muscles--but the rambles and crazed brain; it’s what made you love him more than anything. “Put your shirt back on, you’re going to catch a cold.”

“I feel great.” Peter mumbled, but still put the shirt back on. He took his snack back, just after you took some gummy bears. “But, do I look normal to you?”

You gave him one more look over. He did look more athletic than before, which to be completely honest you were still confused on how this happened. He must have been working out and finally saw the change underneath his big sweatshirts. You didn’t know if he was feeling insecure, even when he has nothing to be insecure about. You love him, not for his charming looks but for him. 

“You do look more...muscular. But you still look good either way.” You told him. He pursed his lips and he was still contemplating what you said. He had a crease on his forehead and looked down. “I love you no matter what you look like. Besides, you look amazing, my super handsome, hot, sexy, pretty boyfriend.”

He looked down but you could see the blush coating his cheeks. “You’re pretty too y’know.”

Now, it’s your turn to get all flustered. “I woke up less than an hour ago–”

“Yeah, but you being half-asleep is a very good look on you.” He raised his head and was looking at you with a smile on your face. You were so relieved to see it again. 

He put the plastic bag of gummy bears to his mouth and at them all, then started on the pretzels; you reached for one, but Peter was able to quickly pull away, like he knew you were going to do that. 

You just rolled your eyes at his comment and changed the topic. “Do you want to head back, or is there something else on your mind?”

“Nah, I can drop you back off.”

A few minutes passed. You finished your drink and threw it away, but you still wanted to touch him, just to hold his hand. 

“Can I hold your hand?” Peter looked over to you and smiled, before looking down at his hand his smile faltered. “Please?”

“Okay.” He reached for your hand but then pulled back. “If it hurts, let me know okay?”

“What, with your newfound muscles?” You joked, grabbing his hand, wrapping your fingers tightly around it. 

“Something like that.” Peter smiled, calming down with your touch. He experimentally and lightly squeezed your hand. He didn’t see any pain on your face so he let out a sigh of relief. “Love you.”

“Love you too.”

“Do you want to stay over tonight?” You asked. “My parents are leaving early so they won't even know you're there.”

“Sure.” Peter smiled and then kissed your cheek sweetly, making the heat rise up to your face. 

When you reached the fire escape that would lead to your bedroom window, you wondered how you would be able to get back up, or how he got up there in the first place. 

“How-” 

“I got it.” He lowered himself slightly. “Get on my back then pull yourself up.”

You agreed and did what he said, gaining a few extra feet helped you reach the first bar on the ladder so you could pull yourself up. You looked back down at him.

“How are you going to get up here?” You asked.

“Watch.” He said with an excited smile. He stepped back a bit then ran to jump onto the bar, holding on with one arm. “Cool right?!” He looked so impressed and in utter awe of himself; it was kind of cute. “And that's not even the best part.”

What he seemed to have done next shocked you. He unwrapped his hand from the bar so only his palm was to touching the bar. You rubbed your eyes to see clearly; it was dark, maybe you're too tired, maybe this whole outing has been a lucid dream and you really miss Peter. Could it be slushy? Those bodega prices did seem a little too cheap.

“How are– Are you doing that or am I hallucinating?” You said it in a joking manner but was one-hundred percent serious. 

“Nope.” He swung himself up to meet you on the first platform. “Told you I have sticky hands.”

“I think I need to lie down.” You headed to the next ladder and started climbing up, Peter close behind. Eventually you reached your window, Peter ever being the gentleman, started opening up the window.

“After you, m’lady.” He pushed up and you headed inside then Peter right after. When he got in, he harshly closed the window so you could see small debris of brick and wood; you looked back over and then up at him, there was a crack in the brick. 

“I’m definitely hallucinating.” You decided, grabbing his hand and walking you both over to bed. You climbed in and he soon followed, right after taking off his jacket and jeans so he was left in his shirt and boxers. 

“So, on the off chance if I'm not hallucinating and you did get really sticky and strong, how did this happen?” You mumbled as you snuggled into Peter embrace as he did into yours, your hand was in his hair and his face was in your neck. 

“I think I got bit by a spider when I was at Oscorp.” He told you.

Sure, why not? “What else can you do?” 

“Uhm, I think my senses are really good now. Like, I know when you are going to try and steal my snacks.” You scoffed and Peter just laughed lightly.

“Okay, well I don't think it’s second puberty.” You told him. “Have you run any tests on yourself?”

“No.” He sighed. “Hoping you could be there with me.” There was a pause, you felt Peter shake a bit and take some deep breaths. You held him tighter and ran your fingers through his hair. 

“What’s wrong?”

“I-I just don’t know what’s going on with me.” His words barely above a whisper. “I just don’t want to be a freak and for you to be scared of me.”

“Peter-”

“What if we break up?” He started to panic. “Like what if we find out I can do something gross and you decide I’m too weird and break up with me.” He held onto you tighter, scared of letting you go. 

“Hey, hey, hey.” You cooed. “You’re not a freak or gross and I will love you either way. It’s just now you have powers or something.” He scoffed and sniffed at the same time. “Maybe one day you could be a hero, going around, saving people's lives. Much more interesting than skateboarding, huh?”

“Now you’re just pittying me.” 

“No, I think you could be someone's hero, you’re my hero.” You kissed his cheek. “My...Spider-man.”

“Spiderman?” He asked, voice slightly raised.

“Okay, maybe not Spiderman–”

“No, I like spiderman.” He lifted his head up so he could see your whole face. “Has a nice ring to it.” 

[sanrioluversincebirth]

3.am rush!

Characters: Bakugo, Denki, Sero, Aizawa, Dabi!

Content Warnings: Fluff, Kissing, Smoking, Gender Nuetral reader

Bakugo

All started out when you and him where sneaking around the dorms.

Just being little kids doing little kid things.

It was a big movie night and everyone was getting ready.

As you were putting your pajamas on you got a call from bakugo saying yall need some snacks.

Yall wasn't allowed out after midnight and it was 2:55...

So ya'll snuck out to the nearest supermarket.

"I'm soooo bored" you whined as you were driving towards the closest market near you. After a couple of U-turns and lots of getting lost and yelling, you finally made it! "Hurry, I'm trying to get back so I can watch the movie" You rolled your eyes and jogged into the store quickly. "So what do we need?" Bakugo looked down at the list his friends made. Cringing at Denki's terrible handwriting. "Gummy worms, Gummy bears, Sugar cookies, 2 drinks of water, 3 Kool-aids, and a big pack of skittles." "Gosh, this is gonna be a lot." "It's ok Shoto gave us his dad's credit card, he said max it if we want." You sighed in relief as you both separated to go get the different stuff. It had been 20 minutes and you both met up at the checkout. You grabbed a Coca-Cola for you and an Arizona for him. Once ya'll made it back to the car yall was jamming to the radio until yall got back to the dorms. "Y/N YOUR BACK WE'VE BEEN CALLING YOU!" Mina exclaimed. You checked your phone and saw that it was on silence this whole time. "Oh... uh what did yall need..." You muttered out in embarrassment. "WE NEED POPCORN! HOW ARE YOU GONNA HAVE A MOVIE NIGHT WITHOUT POPCORN!" Denki yelled. You mentally facepalmed at yourself. "Well, I guess Yaomomo can make it right?" You suggested. "Didn't think of that..." "YAOMOMO WE NEED YOU!" Jirou screamed. At this point, the trailers for the other movies were done and the movie had come on, everyone sat down and focused on the movie. You turned your head to see Bakugo glaring at you. "What..." You questioned with an attitude. "You forgot the popcorn idiot" Then you started arguing about whose fault it was until Mina told you both to shut up while the movie was playing. Yall eventually stopped mean-mugging each other and finally paid attention to the movie.

Denki

Your mom is so cool.

Literally had a house party for her friends, your friends, your friends friends, neighborhood friends, your childhood friends, and who ever wanted to come in.

Your mom and dad are having so much fun while you and your friends are in your room playing truth or dare.

Everyone is having a good time until you and denki (who is your crush right now) is dared to take a trip to the convienence store

It would be mina 😒 (always in somebody buisness)

You and Denki had been dared to take a trip to the convenience store alone. You've had the fattest crush on him since you first met him. But how every cheesy movie goes you're too scared to confess 🙄. The convenience store is not far away from your house, just a 5 to 8-minute walk. You and Denki were already really close so yall was talking and joking around. Halfway to the store, you got tired. (lazy) Gladly a bench was nearby so yall both took a break. It was 3 in the morning so of course yall are gonna be sleepy. Yall are just babbling to each other hen something unexpected happened. "Ya know Y/N... I like you a lot..." He smacks his hand over his mouth almost immediately after. Your jaw drops in awe hoping he really meant it. You turn to look at him to see him blushing. Gosh if you COULD blush you'd be red as a watermelon. (#quirky) You realized how awkward it is without you answering. "Well, I like you too..." His face becoming relieved after hearing you say that. "Well, uh, do you wanna go out with me..." He asks hesitantly. "Of course, but don't tell anyone..." You say shyly. Well nobody would know if everyone wasn't hiding behind the bush next to the bench. Surprisingly they hadn't caused any noise. But once they heard that Mina jumped up and cheered her loudest. "YES, FINALLY I CAN STOP LISTENING TO HOW MUCH Y/N HAS A CRUSH ON DENKI AND HOW MUCH Y/N LIKES HIM." Yea you'd definitely be red right now. Denki looks at you with a very ego boosted smirk. "oh really~!" He said confidently. "Don't get your hopes up we're not dating surprise and disappointment" You said jokingly. "I-" Denki said out of Everyone laughed including you, Denki seemed to notice this and began to smile. You were the one thing that made him happy.

Sero

Yall didn't expect to stay for this long...

Yea you practiced longer on purpose but it was because of ✨him✨

So now its 3 in the morning, and y?our practicing for your skateboard tournament in a couple of days.

Of course sero, your guy friend CRUSH, would help you out being the gentleman he is 😌

Gosh, you were so weak. You've been practicing since 10 last night with Sero and you still haven't gotten your tricks mastered. At this point, you might as well unsign your name from the registry because you needed this to even qualify. Luckily your awesome friend is a pro and can teach you how to perfectly get that trick down. But it's been hours since you've tried or at least put effort into it. "Y/N your so lazy, you keep taking breaks every two seconds." Sero wailed. "Whatever it's not like I'll get this stupid thing anytime soon anyway..." Sero was tired of your stubborn, bratty, lazy attitude, so he grabbed you by the arm and got you up. "We are skating to the store quick, come on." You rolled your baggy eyes tossing your Monster Energy drink, that you finished hours ago, into the trash (#imnotlikeothergirls🤪) You picked up your F/C Skateboard and skated behind Sero. Once you arrived at the store you both got some more energy drinks and a lot of snacks. Both of you are exhausted. The lines seemed so long, it took forever just to get some drinks and some candy. When yall skated back it felt like you guys were on a forever pathway to nowhere. Both of you are dazed by the lack of sleep and the amount of caffeine you'd have to consume to get back awake. If sleep wasn't a thing this would be done in no time. By the time ya'll get to the park again your both warn out. But Sero is determined to help make you win. "I have an idea. Every time you try, you get a reward" You immediately lookup. "Like whaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?" "Hmmm, you'll have to try to find out," He said with a smirk. After that, you never worked so hard in your life for a man. 💀 After trying your hardest all night you go to Sero for your reward. "So what's my reward!?" Out of nowhere soft lips connect to yours. Wow, you didn't expect his reward to be a kiss. But are you complaining, NO! After you pull away you confess your crush to him and of course, he likes you back! Ever since that day you've always trained your hardest, never knowing when he might kiss you again.

Aizawa

You and Aizawa have been married for a while

Your quirk is teleportation.

You both work at UA so...

The teachers and some heros are having a huge party appreciating all of your hard work

Students had been off all day so the teachers could get ready.

It wasn't top secret but it was a private event

But of course a certain someone has to ruin that.

Wow, you really thought you could get a day off. But no, they had to invite you and your very anti-social boyfriend. You both had been sleeping all day, waking up at 3 in the afternoon. You didn't even realize your phone had been going off since 8 this morning. Aizawa sighed lazily as you told him about the huge party that's happening at 10. You were about to get up, but he dragged you back down into the bed so he can stay resting longer. "Get off meeeeee, we gotta go." You said also just as drained of energy. "Noooooo, come back," Aizawa said. He lazily succeeded in bringing you back to the comfy bed, his warmth heating you up as you drift off back to sleep. Bad idea... very bad idea. Because when you got back up it was 8 pm. Not to mention Hawks was banging on your balcony window trying to wake you up. Looking outside you see the night sky realizing how late your "quick nap" was. "UHH Y/N YOU AND AIZAWA ARE GONNA BE LATE YOU BETTER GET UP!" Hawks spoke. You gave him a nod and shooed him away. You looked over to Aizawa who is still asleep. You shook him as hard as you could and tried your best to awaken him. When he did wake up you were rushing to get ready, trying to find a matching outfit. "Ugh, why all of a sudden our clothes don't match?!" You said frustratedly. "Let's go to the mall," Aizawa said. You agreed and teleported to the nearest mall with matching suits and dresses. It took you about an hour and you're just now getting home. You got dressed and made your way to the party. At this time it was midnight and you just arrived. "Y/N YOUR SO LATE!" Mirko exclaimed. "heh we woke up late ya know..." you said very embarrassedly. After a couple of hours, you and Aizawa left. It was around 3 and you were too hungry to pass up the gas station. Of course, you wouldn't normally see pro-heroes in a gas station, but you were so desperate and hungry. But you didn't realize which gas station you went to. This was the gas station that Aizawa confessed to you at, back when ya'll were teens. It was so euphoric to be here right now. "Y/n come on we gotta go home," Aizawa said. "I think I want to stay for a while." You said happily. You both sat on the curb and talked mindlessly to each other. You didn't even realize that the sun was coming up. "I guess we can go now." You said. "Yea come on." He replied. ya'll leave and went back home where you both got plenty more rest than yesterday.

Dabi

You and are very close colleagues (lovers)

You knew him before he joined the league

You both would alwas go the nearby pond at night

But tonight you have to make a quick stop at the store for some cigarettes

"Y/n, you want a pack?" Dabi said quietly so nobody could hear him. You both were wanted villains so of course, you had to be in disguise. "Nah I don't smoke." You said. You were trying to get out as soon as possible, not wanting to get caught. He stuffed a pack in his pocket while u put a drink in your jacket. You guys were headed out until you heard a gasp. You quickly turned around fearing you had been caught and ready to flee. Before you could Dabi grabbed you by your hoodie and ran. You hopped into a car and drove off immediately. You didn't plan on fighting today but it looked like you had to. Speeding down the street as sirens blared across town. Swerving in and out of traffic, going lane to lane. You hadn't joined right after him, but you did eventually about a month ago, so you weren't accustomed to this type of life yet. Dabi is a natural at this, makes a turn into a gated area leading the police off-road. He sticks his hand out the window letting flames rip out of his hand, burning the cop cars to pieces. Slowing down you realize where you are now. The pond looking the same as usual. One thing Dabi knew how to do was turn bad situations good. (me when I lie) When you both got closer to the pond he put his arm over your shoulder. "Remember when we met here," Dabi said. "Yea, we came here almost every day." You said, remembering when you both stumbled across each other. "I'm glad I met you-" Dabi said interrupted by his phone vibrating. "Hello?" Dabi answered. "You and y/n just caused chaos on tv..." Shigaraki said. "Yea what about it..." Dabi said with a bratty tone. "They have your license plate number, so they can track you'll down now..." Shigiraki said disappointingly. You and Dabi looked at each other. "Well I guess we're walking back..." you said wearily. "Yea, plus I need ya'll right now so make it quick," Shigiraki said before hanging up the phone. You both stood up and got to walking, hoping the base wasn't as far as you thought.

[shinescape]

Midnight Stroll

Jongho x Fem Reader

masterlist

Family dinner has never been a favourite of yours. The amount of interaction and fake smiles passed to one another made you uncomfortable. A joint family dinner was even more chaotic, especially when your parents planned a getaway with their best friends.

The Choi’s are friendly and nice people in general but every time they went down memory lane with your parents, you were sure that the floor felt safer than the dining chair you were sitting on.

“Remember how you would fight off the other kids at the park for Jongho? You ended up crying because he still got hurt and you didn’t want to eat until he got better.” One memory down.

“Please why are we talking about this again?” You grumbled and slightly glared at your mother who briefly looked at you but continued happily with his mother.

“And Jongho, remember when you only shared your gummy bears with her and no one else.” His round eyes looked up from the steak he was cutting and stared at his mother. You had to stifle a laugh because if you’re not safe, so was your childhood friend.

After another hour or so of chatting and oversharing over everyone’s life, the adults decided it was time to head to bed. You weren’t exactly tired nor sleepy but it was best to recharge early. However after tossing and turning in the bed you had an issue.

“I can’t sleep.”

You decided to go out and walk around the cabin until you felt tired. It’s a bit scary and sleeping by yourself in a foreign place wasn’t helping at all. You made sure to quietly step down the stairs to the ground floor.

The first thing you saw was Jongho’s room. You stared at it for a moment, contemplating on inviting him for a walk or just brace yourself and go out by yourself. “What are you doing?” Your heart almost stopped at the voice and turning to the side, you saw Jongho standing in the bright hallway.

“Don’t scare me like that.”

“You scared me first, staring at my door like that.”

You noticed he had a glass of water in his hand and assumed he couldn’t sleep as well. “I can’t sleep, this place..it gives me the creeps.” You whispered to him.

“That’s not my problem, goodnight.” Jongho smiled when your jaw dropped at his words. He turned away from you and twisted the doorknob of his room open. You quickly went to grab his arm and gave a pleading look. “Please? At least until I feel sleepy.”

Jongho’s face was annoyed as ever while you happily clung to his arm as both of you walked around the villa. He tried pulling his arm away but you hugged it tighter. “It’s hard to walk like this!” Jongho huffed out angrily.

“But I’m scared. What if something jumped out from the trees?!” That wasn’t the only reason why you were clinging onto him, the cold was getting to you as well. “Nothing is going to happen, now let go.”

You shook your head vigorously and Jongho finally gave up. The way your lips curved upwards didn’t go unnoticed by him. BUt fighting with you was no use as well.

“Back in highschool, I remembered clinging onto you like a koala just like this.” He kept quiet knowing you would continue on the memory he remembered so well. “You didn’t mind back then, why are you all worked up now?” He leaned away when you suddenly leaned towards his face with an evident pout.

Jongho gulped, looking ahead as he fixed the way your arm wrapped around his. He guided your wrist to his palm and intertwined your fingers together.

“That’s because I asked you a favour.” He said as he lightly held onto your hand. You suddenly felt warmed by his actions and stared right at your hands. It felt different from back then, back when you were younger. His grip was stronger and firm but not hurting you. Heck, it made you feel safe.

“I mean, you saved a girl from falling off the stairs. The whole female population at school suddenly had their eyes on you after that incident.” You heard him scoff and laughed in response.

“Then you made me be your human shield.” You weren’t counting but it seemed like you’ve gone around the same picnic bench three times already and unfortunately you’re still quite awake.

“It was one time. They were surrounding me like zombies, it freaked me out.” He shuddered at the memory. Both of you weren’t fans of school but having each other's back made it bearable at least.

You complained when the adults reminisced about your childhood together but when it’s just you and Jongho, the vibe felt different. It didn’t feel as embarrassing as how your family would make it sound.

“We should head inside, they’re expecting us to get up early tomorrow.” He said as both of you headed back inside. You followed along and contemplated going back to your room again. He let go of your hand and smiled at you but you were frowning at him instead.

“Go to sleep, you look tired already.” “Can I stay with you a bit longer?”

You locked eyes with each other and sighed seeing how you won’t budge from his side. Twisting the door knob open, he stepped inside his room and you timidly followed after. “Actually, can I sleep here-”

“No” He glared at you from the door and watched pointedly as you rolled on the bed. “Come on, just for tonight.” A small box on the bedside table suddenly caught your eyes. “Oh what’s this?”

Jongho sprinted over and grabbed it away which caught you off guard. His face had an expression you rarely see and it amused you even more. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to touch it.” He said nothing and went over to the other side of the bed and sat down, back facing you.

You realised that you’ve probably gone overboard. Forcing him out on a late night walk, wanting to crash in his room and accidently touch his things.

You bit your lips and slowly stood up, about to leave. He probably wanted to be alone and you were being selfish for wanting him to keep you company was what you thought to yourself. “I’ll go and sleep in my room. Goodnight, Jongho.”

“This is for you actually.” He started. You froze in your spot and turned to look at him. He brought his head up and ushered you over. Your eyes widened at the content of the box. Jongho pulled you down to sit next to him and placed the box on your lap.

“You made them?!” You looked at him bewildered and he nodded excitedly at your reaction. There were a pair of beaded bracelets. “I might not be able to see you as frequently so I made these.”

“Wait, what do you mean by that?” He only smiled at you as he helped you wear the bracelet on. “I might be going somewhere far so this is like…a friendship exchange thingy?”

Your vision was starting to blur at his words and Jongho started to panic. “Hey, don’t cry now. I’m not going for long and you can come visit me too if you want.” He lightly patted your shoulder, unsure of what to do. It was his first time seeing you tearing up in front of him.

“If I say that I love you will that change your mind?”

The sound of loud clattering from outside woke you up from slumber. It felt like you didn’t even sleep with all the catching up and the sudden heart to heart talk both of you had. Jongho, who insisted that he slept on the floor last night was now hugging you close to his chest.

The beads from his bracelet pressing on your back had you smiling to yourself like a fool. He didn’t expect you to cry and confess your feelings to him and the only thing he knew would calm you down was his hugs. His warm comforting arms embracing you had you even out your ragged breathing.

You lightly hit your head on his chest at the thought of your sudden breakdown the night before. He groaned at your action and tightened his hold. “Don’t cry. I’m not leaving you.” He mumbled out.

“I’m not crying, dummy. But we should get up now.” You tilted your head up and observed his face. He didn’t respond back so you tried wriggling your way out but it was no use. “Jongho, they’ll find out that I slept here. You don’t want to get caught right?!” You hissed out but the male didn’t budge at all.

“They probably know already, just be quiet for a bit.”

“We shouldn’t even be sleeping together like this!”

“Who wanted to sleep with me so badly last night?”

He loosened his hold and leaned back to look at you. Your face started to warm up at his fixed gaze. After years of friendship, this was the closest you’ve been with him.

Everything felt right and you were scared that something bad would happen if you got too happy. But it’s not wrong to enjoy the moment for a little longer.

“Good morning” He whispered out and placed a kiss on your forehead. “If I knew you liked me all these years, we could be doing more than this.” You gasped and slapped his chest which made him flashed his pearly whites back at you.

“Now let’s pretend we’re asleep and wait for them to burst in, hmm?” He pulled you closer and lightly patted your head. You knew he’s not the type to express himself easily and would usually show a calm and collected demeanour.

But seeing him show all sorts of emotions during your walk last night was enough for you to keep your feelings for him alive and you glad you did.

[missinghan]

cold sun ⤖ han jisung

❖ genre : soulmate au; fluff; angst

❖ word count : 2,6k.

❖ warning : slight swearing

❖ summary : in a world where one will lose something if their soulmate doesn’t reciprocate their words of love once they turn sixteen, jisung is willing to take the risk so you won’t have to bear the burden.

❖ note : i just realized how i always tend to write for jisung when i'm down :')) anywho this piece is a little different than what i usually come up with but i hope y'all enjoy it ♡

It’s the first day of the week.

“Hey, Y/N. I like you!”

And Han Jisung is really annoying.

Those words come out so easily. It's casual in a way that makes you bury your red nose deeper into the soft fabric of your scarf, which makes your footsteps quicken unknowingly as his voice chases after you loudly. Either way, this isn’t the first time Jisung has said so. In fact, it’s become a habit for him to remind you every other day.

There’s no particular reason why. Or at least that’s what you think.

It’s the end of the week. Jisung decides to hang himself upside down on your bed while you’re stressing over a presentation. “Hey, Y/N.” A cold winter breeze comes rushing against the perplexing glass of your window, shaking the frame violently before all motions come to silence.

Until, “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N,” he creeps up from behind you and chirps into your ear.

“What?” you let out a groan of displease when tempting warmth embraces you whole, prompting you to drop your attention and looking over your shoulder.

Jisung pouts, “You didn’t answer me.”

“It’s because you’re annoying,” you sigh.

“Answer me when I call your name,” he pulls you in a fraction tighter, careful enough not to hurt you but firm to not let you slip away at the same time, and cradles your neck warmly, “So I’d know that you’re still here with me.”

“Alright, stupid.”

The all too familiar gummy smile returns instantly. “Hey, Y/N?”

And you can’t help but roll your eyes. “Yes, Jisung?”

“I like you,” he giggles into the hug, “I like you a lot.”

Han Jisung really is annoying.

He’s annoying because he talks too much. He’s annoying because of how he always asks for your notes after a gaming night with Felix just to nap in class. He’s annoying because he’d drop you in a heartbeat for a single slice of cheesecake from Jeongin’s mom’s bakery. He’s annoying because of how well he can get along with everyone.

Chatty, down-to-earth, easy-going with a lovable smile—attractive, very attractive.

It’s the week after that. “What...happened?”

“He lost his voice,” Jeongin sighs, looking like he genuinely wants to facepalm himself against concrete while walking with an incoherent Jisung to school; expressive hands with his mouth agape and all.

You tilt your head, “...for real?”

“For real.”

After a few seconds of eyeing Jisung struggling with converting what’s in his head, you exhale deeply and quickly rummage through your backpack, “Just stop, you look ridiculous.” And he does just that, zipping his mouth metaphorically and giving you those typical puppy eyes. “Here, use this.”

His eyes light up like stars when you rip off a page from one of your notebooks and offer it to him along with a pen. Truth is, you’re expecting something as predictable as ‘I like you’ or ‘It’s alright it’s just the worst cold I’ve ever caught’. But then, what’s displayed on the piece of paper right now only baffles you.

Park is going to murder you if he sees some uglyass tear in your Ochem notes :)

A forced grin splits your lips open. “Not if I murdered you first and then the entire school and then myself.”

The first genuine smile blossoms on his lips when you give him a mini-sized notepad and pencil the day after—his sixteenth birthday.

And Jisung decides this is it.

It happens when the sun hasn’t even come out yet and the irritating blue light from his phone reads 5:32 AM.

It happens when he sees your reclined figure leaning back against his mattress, his pupils tracing your delicate features. Perplexed emotions fill his eyes to the brim, fulfillment bursting within his chest when you stare right back at him with such purity. So pure that it seems you can do no harm to him and neither can he.

“Hey stupid,” you murmur quietly, shoving a notepad and pencil against his chest, “Happy birthday.”

Jisung gives you a bright smile, opens his mouth, and snaps it close mere moments later. Sixteenth birthday. Early in the morning. Tired grins. The fondness of being so disgustingly in love.

He can’t help but lean in and caves into the taste his soul has longed for as long as he can remember.

Two weeks have passed since Jisung has lost his voice.

Nothing has differed if you’re being completely honest. Han Jisung is still annoying. His lack of ability to speak doesn’t appear to be a problem to him at all. He loves chatting with people even though he’s more of a listener now. But with the small notepad you gave him a few days ago, being socially active is the norm for him even now.

Thanks to his rather short-period experiences of observing people’s expressions and how their features contort in certain ways when they’re feeling certain emotions, Jisung catches onto your mood more quickly during bad days to help you release your inner turmoil by scribbling down something stupid on the notepad. It’s kinda nice like this, you’d think to yourself sometimes.

Other times, you’re more scared that you might have forgotten what his voice sounds like.

“No wonder you got a fucking cold. Stop taking midnight showers already.”

You wave Jisung over when he closes the wooden door to your bedroom, droplets dripping from his hair as he scratches his stomach tiredly. His hair is a mess when he lazily crawls onto your bed, the cushion beside you dips slightly.

His index finger pointing at his post-shower head and a shit-eating grin are all you need to snatch the white towel around his neck.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed,” you mumble while rubbing the cotton fabric into his hair, “But you’re awfully upbeat for someone who’s lost their voice. Can’t you at least pretend to be sad about it?”

A noise of protest escapes his throat like second nature as your eyes carefully read the quick movements of his mouth. “And can you not be so mean to someone who’s lost their voice?”

A faint smirk creeps its way up to your lips. “Still like me now?”

Jisung thinks hard for a few moments before jumping out of bed to snatch his notepad from your studying area. Of course, I like you. I like you a lot. Your heartbeat momentarily spikes at his scrawny handwriting. Just when your gaze is averted away to cool the blush on your cheeks, he tugs at your sleeve again and points at a different mess of scribbles. You’re more gentle when I’m like this. And you’d always find me if I ever got into trouble. What’s there for me to be sad about?

“Annoying little shit,” you swallow your pride and let him settle his head against your chest.

His presence melts into yours during the hardest hours of the twenty-four, heartbeats on heartbeats and warmth on warmth. Your one regret is that you’re unable to register his tears that night, only the incoherent, breathless hiccups almost as to desperately call out your name.

It’s been a month since Jisung’s lost his voice. And the night when he kisses you for the second time, his notepad is long forgotten next to your pillow.

I-can’t-talk. Give-me-a-break.

Jeongin. Cheesecake. Please? Pretty please?

I’ll fucking kick you.

Wait, there’s homework?!

...so you’re telling me LMAO isn’t how French people laugh?

“This is what you’ve been doing during breaks huh…” you mumble under your breath while lazily flipping through the papers. The occasional ‘I like you’-s do pop up every two pages or so, which is more than enough to make you smile like an idiot. But that is until a peculiar paragraph yanks your attention by its neck and tosses it against a brick wall.

Mom, promise me you’re not going to cry.

He made auntie cry?!

I lost my voice for real now but it wasn’t supposed to be like that at first. I just wanted to mess with Y/N and freak her out for a day.

I’m seriously going to punch him.

She was a lot softer toward me after that, you know. I know it’s extremely selfish of me but I just can’t help being so happy. I’m sorry, mom. I really am.

Han Jisung you fucking idiot.

I was going to surprise her on my birthday by saying ‘good morning’ out loud but nothing came out. My voice was gone.

Guilt, anger, remorse take over you. You knew nothing of this. You never once questioned for a logical reason behind the loss of his voice and kept moving onward as if it’s not that big of a deal. You didn’t suspect it as a kind of prank, either. But you still care, all this time! You have been doing everything in your power as a way for both you and Jisung to treasure himself even if he can’t speak anymore.

I went to a check-up last week. Nothing came up. I’m sorry. Please don’t cry.

However, without fail, the obnoxious part of you will keep wandering back to the concept of soulmates that has been engraved so deeply into the society you’re living in. It makes no sense to you that Jisung lost his voice for no reason right before his sixteenth birthday. This explains it all now.

It’s going to be okay, mom. Because I have Y/N. I know she would come running toward my side over and over again even if she can’t hear me anymore. I really don’t know what I’d do without her in my life.

Jisung knew the penalty for being the first to exchange any words of love yet he still did it. And you were too busy overlooking that stupid pride of yours to say those three words back.

It’s getting to the point where I’m starting to forget what I used to sound like. I’m sorry. Please don’t cry.

Jisung fixes the strap of his backpack, looking up at his mom after slipping into his sneakers. She ruffles his bed head and hands him a small white box with Jeongin’s bakery’s signature logo on it.

He tilts his head in faint confusion, peering at the box of pastry in his arms.

“Give it to Y/N on the bus, okay? Her parents aren’t home right now. You know how she would always skip breakfast when they’re out of town.”

His eyes light up instantly in realization and Jisung nods, preparing to bid her farewell. Just then, his front door comes flying open. It can’t be a mere acquaintance because there are very few people other than his parents and himself who know of the spare key hidden under the welcome mat.

As Jisung turns around, he’s keenly aware of your teary eyes already trained on him. Which in hindsight, makes no sense. As a result, panic rises within the hollowness of his chest, his lips falling agape but no coherent words come out.

“Y/N, sweetheart,” his mom flinches, slightly caught off guard, “Is everything okay?”

A scowl stretches over your contorted features as you shut the door loudly. “What the hell is this?” you question, shoving the familiar notepad into his chest. “A prank? A prank?! Do you think that this is funny?”

Jisung’s frantic eyes move to read the paper and every single color on his face drains tremendously. He easily recognizes the peculiar paragraph by how much lighter the ink is compared to the rest of the messy lines because his pen was running low and his hand couldn’t stop shaking.

Your voice.

His eyes avert back to look at you. His brows furrow timidly and shaky breaths burst from his lips almost like a desperate cry for help. There’s too much he wants to say, too many things to explain, and too many questions running through his head that he can’t process what to do next. He might just overwhelm both you and himself.

I need to hear it again.

And you might not stay by his side this time.

“Okay, don’t answer me then, I guess,” you chuckle lowly, dipping your head and turning around.

Jisung grabs at your sleeve instinctively and drops the pastry box, his gaze empty and all too knowing. Sorrow glazes over his starry eyes when it starts becoming hard to breathe properly. The outlines of his lips are moving non-stop yet nothing comes following after that.

“I don’t know what you’re saying,” you rasp out and tug at his hand. Then it hits you. He’s like this because of you. Jisung lost his voice because of you.

His mom cuts into the conversation, “Y/N, you don’t understand!”

“I’m sorry, auntie,” you smile sadly and take off running into the streets.

You, in the midst of your self-loathing and guilt, allow your feet to go wherever they want as your vision spirals into a blur. A single droplet threatens to fall when a forceful hand yanks you back to reality.

It takes Jisung a moment to regain his regular breathing pace. And when he finally gets it, all he can do is call out to you with the same inaudible sounds and the same desperation in his eyes. It seems as though he’s fully aware that the prank was the stupidest, most irrational thing he’s ever done. But there’s more to the ocean within his eyes than just remorse.

“I already told you,” you clench your jaw and slap his hand away, “I don’t fucking know what you’re saying!”

A deep sigh. “Why am I mad? Of course, I’d be mad! It’s because of me that you lost your voice! It’s because I like you, too! Yet I never said it back… You lost your voice because of me! Don't you get it? Why can't you just hate me for the sake of it?!”

You miss his voice. You miss it a lot.

You want to hear it again. You want to hear him call you by your name. You want to stay up late and talk about anything to the ends of the Earth and back with him. You want him to be the obnoxious, chatty Han Jisung you've always known.

You miss how annoyingly loud he is.

“Y-Y...Y/N…!”

Jisung collapses onto his knees, a hand on concrete while the other is on his neck. His chest rises and falls unevenly, muffled noises of discomfort echoing deep down from his throat. Despite that, what you heard just now, is his voice.

“Answer me when I call your name. So I’d know that you’re still here with me.”

“I promised you, didn’t I,” you spread your arms and smile warmly, “That I’d always answer when you call my name. As long as I can still hear you, I will come running toward you over and over again. Doesn’t matter what it takes, doesn’t matter where you are.”

Jisung lifts his head and tears come rolling down on his cheeks. His throat feels swollen when he stutters with difficulties, trying to convey what’s in his head, “Y-Y/N, don’t- don’t go! Please don’t leave me...!”

“Come here,” you close your eyes with the widest grin on your lips, “I’m not going anywhere.”

Only when Jisung grows closer and throws his arms around you, sobbing into your uniform do you convince yourself that all of this isn’t a hallucination. The hug is a lot stronger than what you’d expect. First of all, you nearly fell over from the impact and your arms are pinned so tightly to your sides that you feel like your ribs are going to snap.

Everything is so overwhelming that all you can say is, “Ow.”

“Sorry,” he mumbles into your hair and loosens his arms a bit so you can loop your hands to the nape of his neck and hair.

“You’re so annoying, Han Jisung.”

He purses his lips, sniffling, “You tried to make me snap on purpose. Meanie.”

You quirk a playful brow, “Still like me now?”

“Yeah,” Jisung smiles, “A lot.”

Because he knows that he has you. Until every last star in the galaxy explodes as a supernova, Jisung has you.

[justyoursicanon]

*slaps uno card on the table*

fluff it is

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Stan slowly stirred the hot coco as he walked towards the living room, the midnight sky and moonlight shining through the window that was covered by the new pink curtains. As he arrived to the living room a smile grew on his face.

G and Axo were peacefully watching cat videos as they leaned on each other while eating popcorn, Alex happily leaned onto Dad eyes closed and both of them so close to falling asleep, Bee and Pearl were laying down by the fire and watching the flame rise and fall as their heads start to slowly fall out of tiredness, Yancy and Wilford already asleep with Wil's head on Yancy's chest. Everything was just as planned, so peaceful and calm Stan couldn't stop smiling.

"Are they all asleep yet?" The distant yet clear voice brought Stan outof his thoughts, he turns and smiles as he sees Dark in his sleepwear, sweater, jogger pants and sock. "Well from the looks of it, seems like everyone's about to fall asleep in a few more minutes." He responds as he takes a sip out of his coco.

Dark observes the area and raises an eyebrow. "Where's the annoying one that hates me?" Stan tilts his head at the question. "Oh! You mean SiC? Well, now that you've mentioned it. I don't know where that Crinky little thing has gone." And just on time, the sound of wrappers can be heard behind them and when they turned they see SiC coming in, blanket wrapped around them with a pack of gummy bears. They turn to both Dark and Stan and waves, before walking to the living area and falls flat on the ground. Instantly passing out.

"Well, guess that's everyone!" Stan says as he took another sip of his coco. Dark silently hums before gently patting Stan's shoulder. "I'll be heading to bed, you should rest too." Stan nods and says goodnight and watches as Dark disappears into thin air. He turns back to his family and smiles.

Maybe life wasn't so unfair after all

[sunmoonandeddie]

‘cause you are, you are

pairing: lumberjack!bucky barnes x reader

word count: 8,436

summary: Bucky’s found someone out on his front lawn during a snowstorm.  Well, Alpine found her.  If only he knew what he was getting into.

warnings: Bad words!  Violence!  Mention of kidnapping!  Mention of military violence/injury!  Mention of suicidal thoughts!

a/n:  So the song I listened to that kinda really inspired this is ‘Get You the Moon’ by Kina.  Also, this was commissioned by @buckysbunny​ and I really hope you love it, babe!

“Come on, Al,” Bucky said as he led his dog up the front steps of his cabin, carrying all the grocery bags inside.  He had a cigarette between his teeth, keeping it steady as he unlocked the door and let the gorgeous samoyed inside.  “Atta girl.”

The cabin was just as he left it three hours ago when he left to go grocery shopping.  As it should.

And Alpine was already standing at her bowl, wagging her tail.  She knew what time it was.

“You hungry, baby girl?” He asked with a grin as he grabbed the beef he’d been thawing in the sink and opened it up.  “Today’s a beef day.  We both know how much you love cows, yeah?”  He put a cup of beef in her bowl, powdering in her supplements.  “The best girl deserves the best food, yeah?” He asked as he cracked two eggs on top of it, before setting it on the ground.  Bucky couldn’t help but grin at the way that Alpine sat there in front of the bowl, waiting for the go ahead as her tail wagged aggressively.  “Eat.  Good girl.”

Kicking off his boots, he started up a fire in the fireplace.  The clouds were rolling in, the sun already setting.  He’d lived on the mountain long enough to know when the first real snow of the season was setting in.  They’d already had flurries, sure, but…  The first real snow was the first one that had everyone locked inside, unable to go anywhere for weeks.  He could smell it on the air.

Thankfully he was all stocked up on wood, so they’d be warm.  He’d already moved up Alpine’s dinner time so it would still be light outside when she needed to go outside to use the bathroom.  And they had more than enough food in the fridge and in the deep freeze to last them the entire winter, if they needed.  They’d be okay.

Honestly, his biggest worry was losing Alpine in the snow.  She was a big floof of white fur.  She always came when he called, but still.  It was the principle of it.

After she went to the bathroom, the two of them curled up on the couch while he ate and they watched whatever DVD he popped in.  He’d probably binge watch the box set of nature documentaries he’d gotten.

They were… relaxing.  After spending a few tours in Afghanistan, he needed relaxing.

It had been ten years, but… some things don’t fade with time.  Some things stick like gummy bears on a car seat in July.

It was past midnight when Alpine raised her head from his lap, a low whine in the back of her throat.  By then, he’d cracked open a beer and been fully ready to fall asleep there.

“Al?  Come on, baby girl, there’s nothing out there,” he said reassuringly.  It was snowing heavily, and he’d estimate there was already about seven inches deep with no sign of stopping.

But Alpine gets off the couch and runs for the door, barking sharply.

“What the hell has gotten into you?” He asked as he watched her.  “Alpine, come.”

For the first time in the four years since he’d gotten her, she didn’t listen.

Instead, she let out another bark as she clawed at the door.

“Al,” he groaned as he forced himself up.  He left the beer on the coffee table before heading to the door.  “There’s nothing out there.  Just snow.  You’re just gonna get cold and get the floors all wet.”

But, alas, he’s a slave to the desires of his puppy.

It’s kinda pathetic, really.  Not that he cared.

He opened up the door to let her out, frigid air blasting him.  The snow crept up onto the porch, and there was so much coming down it looked almost like a curtain.  “See, Al?  Nothing.”

But she ran out into the snow, nudging at what just looked like another pile of fluffy white snow.  She let out a whine, the only parts clearly visible of her being her dark nose and eyes.

And that’s when a head appeared, and his heart stopped.  What the fuck was a woman doing out in the middle of a snow storm?

Despite the fact that he wasn’t wearing shoes and he’d just changed into a fresh pair of sweats, he ran out to where Alpine was still trying to nudge her awake.  The snow was freezing his toes as he reached down and scooped up the girl, woman, whatever, and carried her inside.

“Come on,” he called out to the samoyed, who was following quickly after him, her tail tucked between her legs.  “You’re such a smart puppy,” he cooed as he laid the girl on the couch.  “You knew she was out there and made sure I got to her.  Good puppy.”

From the color of her lips, there was no doubt in his mind that hypothermia was starting to set in.  And from what she was wearing?  Come on.  She didn’t even have shoes on.  Just two pairs of socks.

Fuck.  He’d have to strip her down.  He needed to get her warm, and the clothes she wore weren’t doing anything to help her since they were thin and soaking wet. “You better not kill me when you wake up,” he grumbled as he pulled her clothes off of her, keeping his eyes averted.  She didn’t even have underwear or a bra on.

It wasn’t that he was some kind of creep.  He just felt awkward.  He didn’t know this woman and he wasn’t some kind of life saver.

Bucky was alarmed by the amount of bruises that covered her body, though it looked as though there was a purposeful lack of them on her face.  There were also what looked like fresh scrapes along her hips.

He wrapped her in every blanket he could find after grabbing fresh clothes from the laundry room and redressing her, cocooning her before shoving the couch closer to the fire so that it may warm her easier.  But she still seemed so cold.  He moved to the kitchen, taking a few hot water bottles from the first aid cabinet and warming them up before gently dabbing one at her face, the only part of her still exposed.

Bucky knew that the only thing he could do now was wait for her to wake up.  Pressing two fingers to her neck, he let out a sigh of relief when he felt her pulse.  “You’re not out of the woods yet,” he said as he grabbed his beer and took a swig.  It was going to be a long night.

Alpine was more than happy with the addition of a new person in their home, if not still a little worried.  She climbed up onto the couch and curled up against her, sniffing at her face and giving her a lick before lying her head down beside her.

“She’ll be okay, Al,” Bucky said quietly as he reached out to give her scritches right above her tail.  He wasn’t sure if he believed it, but…  Maybe Alpine would understand and calm down a little.

My first thought when I woke up was that I was warm.  Really warm.

I hadn’t been warm in such a long time.

My eyelids were so heavy, and I had no desire to open them just yet.

What would I find when I woke up?  If I was back in His possession, in his house, I…  I would need to resort to Plan B.

Technically, Plan B had been Plan A a few times, when things had gotten… especially hard.  But He had caught me before I could succeed.

The last thing I could remember was stumbling through the snow.  I’d managed to finally get out after planning it for months.  I waited until He’d gone out for his nightly trip to the bars before pulling on my two pairs of socks and slipping out through the broken basement window.

The broken glass that I had thought would cause me to freeze to death had become my salvation.

I had been going down the mountain, following the road.  But it had started to snow.  I’m not sure how long I had been walking when I could see the path anymore, or when I saw the light.

The first light I had seen in the stifling white.  It had been coming from a window, cutting through the storm like a beacon of hope.

The wave of relief I had felt at the cabin slowly taking shape in front of my very eyes had been euphoric.  I had started to think that if I was going to die, at least I wasn’t going to die in captivity.

But I hadn’t even made it to the porch steps.

Which brought me to where I am now.  Wrapped up in what I was pretty sure was several blankets.  But I could smell… dog?  He didn’t have a dog.  No pets allowed.

He also didn’t have a crackling fireplace, from what I remember of the few times I’d been allowed upstairs.

Yeah.  Definitely no fireplace.

I made sure to stay completely still as I felt two calloused fingertips press against the pulse point in my neck.

“Well, Al, her heart rate has increased…”

So it was definitely a man.

I’d gotten really good at pretending to be asleep over the years.  Like, really, really good.  It wasn’t often that He’d been able to tell that I was awake if I didn’t want him to know.

There was a whimper, and then a rough tongue licked across my face.  The dog.  Which was (hopefully) this ‘Al.’  I didn’t want to deal with more than one man.

The man sighed and walked away.  “You gonna keep watch over her, baby girl?  I gotta go get a shower.”

Did he think the dog was going to answer him?

As soon as I heard his footsteps going up a set of stairs, I took in a deep breath before slowly letting it out.  I needed to get out of there.  Immediately.

I just had to slip out without him hearing me or the dog making a scene.

I slowly opened my eyes, even though it still felt like I had washers glued to my lashes.

And there was the fireplace.  It was so nice and warm…  I hadn’t felt this toasty in years.  The basement was always so frigid, and with the lack of blankets provided to me, I was always at least a little cold.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to stay for a little while…

No.  I shook my head as I forced myself to sit up.  I couldn’t stay.  I had to get out and get down the mountain to civilization.

I gasped as I felt the rough tough on my cheek again, turning to see a huge white dog that looked more like a cloud than an animal.  “Shh…”  I had to work to get my arms out of the blankets to pet it, but it was then that I realized I was not in my original clothing underneath all the swaddling.  My heart sank to my stomach as I felt a wave of panic.

Had he touched me?  Was he no better than Him?

I got most of the blankets off and frowned as I looked down at sweatpants and the long sleeved shirt I was wearing.  They were far too big for me, but they’d have to do.

I kept my steps feather light as I looked around the space I had found myself in.  It was a living room, and rather cozy.  Rustic looking.  I could see the kitchen to my left, and a silent debate with myself started over whether or not I’d have time to grab food for myself before running.  From the way my stomach growled, I knew that I’d have to.

I hadn’t eaten since yesterday, since today was not my scheduled day to eat.

The cloud dog followed me to the fridge, its tail wagging as I grabbed what I could reasonably carry.  It took everything within me to not stop and play with her.  I hadn’t seen a dog in so long, especially not one so sweet.  Its tail kept wagging even as it watched me stealing food.

I was reaching for the jar of pickles when I heard the cocking of a gun, and I turned around to see a large, burly man pointing a handgun at me.  The food in my hands dropped to the ground as I threw my hands up, my heart racing.  The jar of pickles shattered, the glass flying all over the floor.  “I-I’m sorry!  I’m sorry!” I gushed, feeling sweaty under the pressure of the barrel being pointed at me.  “I don’t know where I am.  I j-just woke up and I’m s-so hungry.”

Bucky’s heart pounded as he got out of the shower, hearing a commotion downstairs.

His instincts took over, and he didn’t have time to even think things through before pulling on a pair of briefs and grabbing his handgun from his bedside table before slipping down the stairs.

He had the gun in both hands as he peeked around the corner, seeing a girl digging through his fridge.  It was the cocking of the gun that alerted her to his presence, and she whirled around.

She was pretty, he could acknowledge that much.

It was when she was rambling that suddenly he remembered.  The girl in the snow.  But he’d been certain that she wouldn’t wake up for at least a few more hours.

His startling blue eyes stayed locked on her as he flipped the safety back on.  But he still kept it raised.  “Who are you?” He demanded, his voice gruff, deep.

She gave her name, and he frowned.  Just a first name?  No last?

“Where did you come from?”

“U-Up the mountain,” she said quietly, a few tears rolling down her pretty cheeks.  “Please, I…  I mean no h-harm.  Please.  I’ll go.  I swear.”

He shook his head, slowly lowering the gun.  It wasn’t like she was much of a threat.  She clearly had no idea what she was doing.  “Don’t be stupid.  You already almost froze to death once out in the storm.  Leaving would just mean that you wasted my efforts to save your life.”

“Thank you,” she said stiffly, still not moving from where she was.  It sounded more like a question than a statement.

She was skinny.  Scary skinny.  Of course, he’d seen that when he’d undressed her, but it was even more alarming seeing her in his clothes, seeing how they draped from her frail, bird-like shoulders.

He nodded to the mess around her.  “Stay still.  I don’t want you cutting your feet on the glass.”  Luckily she had the sense to listen as he swept up the glass and pickles, picking up everything around her before mopping.

He didn’t like being close to her, and she clearly didn’t like being close to him either.  Good.  It meant they would be less likely to step on each other’s toes.

Bucky was already very aware that she was going to have to stay until the snow let up enough for her to leave.

“I’m assuming you’re hungry?” He said as he put the mop away.  “You can have food.  I’m not going to starve you after rescuing you.”

She nodded, her stomach grumbling.  “Yes.  Hungry…”

Pointing to the fridge, he leaned back against the kitchen island.  “You can get whatever you want.”  He watched curiously as she reached into the door and grabbed the container of cottage cheese.  “Did you want some warm food?”

“This is fine.”

“You sure?”

“Mhm.”

She was weird.  But he couldn’t really judge considering the fact that he had no idea who she was or where she had come from.

Maybe she was a Russian spy or something.

No, that’s stupid, he reminded himself.  Your military days are over.  No one is looking for you anymore.

He showed her to one of the guest rooms once she finished eating the entire container of cottage cheese, eyeing her in case she vomited.  He had no idea how the hell she did that.  He liked cottage cheese as much as the next person, but still.

“Um…  There’s a shower through there.  And I can… get you some more clothes and stuff,” he said softly.  He stayed far away, out of her reach, and he noticed her doing the same.

She nodded, chewing on her lower lip as she looked around.  “Okay.  Thank you.”

“I’ll let you… get to it then,” he said awkwardly.  A frown settled across his face as he watched Alpine jump up onto the bed as the girl looked into the bathroom.  “Traitor.”

“Can you show me how the shower works?” She asked, poking her head back out.  “And…  What are the… shower rules here?”

A wave of confusion spread over him.  Shower rules?  “Uh…  Just… let me know if you’re gonna shower soon so I know not to use all the hot water?”

“That’s it?”

“Uh… yeah.”

“Oh.  Okay.”  She glanced over at Alpine, who was lying on her bed.  “Are you…  Are you showering soon?”

Bucky’s head tilted to the side, his brows furrowed.  His dark hair was still wet, and he was still in his briefs.

The girl nodded, letting out a weak laugh as her face flushed.  “Right.  Sorry.”  She pointed to the bathroom.  “The… shower?”

“Right!”  He slipped past her into the bathroom, making sure he didn’t touch her, before showing her how to work the knob and change the temperature.  “There we go…  Uh…  Have a good shower.  And I’m James… by the way…”  He let out a huff of air as he stood there with his hands on his hips.  “Right, um…”  He felt a bit awkward as he left quickly then.

I waited until after James had left to lock the bedroom door, swallowing as I shoved the desk chair under the handle.

There was a low whine, and I turned to see the cloud dog still on the bed.  I had thought it had left with him.  “Hi.  I thought you left.”  I reached out and scratched behind its ear, the fur soft under my fingers.

After taking a few minutes to just pet the puppy, I headed to the bathroom where the shower was still running, the mirror fogged up.

It had been so long since I’d had a hot shower.

After locking the bathroom door, I stripped off the clothes I’d been given and folded them nicely, laying them on the counter.  I could see the scrapes along my hips and cursed, wiping off the mirror so I could attempt to see them better.  I was covered in bruises, and the scrapes were clearly fresh.

But I had no idea what James thought of them or where he thought I got them.  Fuck.

I’d have to come up with some kind of excuse unless I was ready to tell him just where I’d come from.

Which just felt like it’d be so much work.  I wasn’t ready for that yet.

I didn’t come out of my room for the rest of the night.  It was the first time I’d ever been truly alone in years.

Even when He was gone, I was never truly alone.  Not when cameras captured every square inch of the basement.

When I crawled into bed, the cloud dog curled up against me and rested its head on my back.

I slept better than I had in years.  Even if I did end up vomiting up the cottage cheese.

Bucky was still confused by the girl three weeks later.  The snow hadn’t let up, which he was kinda upset about because she’d eaten one of the two containers of cottage cheese her first night.

He liked his cottage cheese.  And she ate it.

Which, okay.  He had been able to tell she was hungry and she clearly needed the food more than he did, but still.  She couldn’t have chosen something else?

Now they were having to ration the cottage cheese.  They had about half a cup left and they were both waiting for the other one to finish it off.

He was about ready to just tell her to take it.

He also didn’t understand how she’d stolen his dog from him.  Alpine had transferred her love and loyalty over to the strange girl within thirty seconds of meeting her, and it appeared that there would be no changing that anytime soon.  The dog was always at her side and wouldn’t even go outside to use the bathroom unless she sat on the porch, bundled in one of Bucky’s coats and wrapped in a blanket, and watched her.  Al didn’t even sleep with Bucky anymore.  She slept with the girl, her head on her back as if she was ensuring that she was still breathing.

On one hand, it was absolutely precious.

On the other, Bucky had lost his cuddle buddy.

But they gave each other a wide berth.  They never touched, which he was grateful for.  He didn’t… like touch.  And he got the implication that she didn’t either.

“You know, you living here kinda reminds me of the 2020 pandemic,” he said nonchalantly as they sat in the living room watching tv.  He was on the recliner, and she was curled up on the couch with Alpine in her lap.

Her head tilted to the side as she tore her attention from the movie playing on the tv.  “The what?”

Bucky blinked.  And then he blinked again.  “The…  The 2020 pandemic?  The pandemic three years ago?” He said slowly, his brows furrowed.  “Covid-19?  Everyone had to wear masks?  America was literally a cesspool of selfish assholes who were so stupid they believed Trump?”

“Trump…  Isn’t he that celebrity show host?  He was on Home Alone?  The Lost in New York one?” She asked.

He was going crazy.  He was sure of it.

“What?” She asked, sitting up a little straighter as she crossed her legs applesauce style, causing Alpine to whine before settling back down in her lap.  “Did I say something wrong?”

Bucky leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.  “Donald Trump became president in the 2016 election.  Then Biden won in 2020.”

Her eyes were wide, her cheeks flushed.  “Oh.”

“How did you not know?” He asked.

She shrugged, wrapping her arms around Alpine.  “I… haven’t watched the news… in a while…”

The man could understand that, but the whole ‘not watched the news’ in a bit really only worked when it came to things like… like a celebrity doing something stupid or a law being passed.  Two whole presidential elections?  That was…  That was Amish levels of ignorance.  Even if she didn’t watch tv, there were billboards and signs and merchandise like those stupid Make America Great Again hats.

As if America had ever been great.  And he had a double right to say that, since he’d been a stupid eighteen year old kid that the military had preyed on, getting him to join up and head overseas when America had no reason to be there.

He’d lost his arm because of it.

“How long has it been since you watched the news?” He questioned, his heart racing.  He had a bad feeling about it.  A really, really bad feeling that settled in his gut.

She buried her face in Alpine’s fur, her shoulders rising and falling as she huffed.

She’d put on some weight since getting there, thankfully.  He’d been making sure she got all her protein and started her on vitamins supplements he had.

“Eleven years…”

He paused, blinking slowly.  “Eleven years?  What the hell do you mean ‘eleven years?’”  He took a moment when he saw the way she flinched away from him.  He’d figured out pretty quick that she couldn’t handle any raising of the voice.  She’d shut down.  “I’m sorry.  I’m sorry.  But…  I still don’t know anything about you except your name.  Not even your last name.  I don’t know where you came from.  I still don’t know how the hell you ended up in my front lawn, half frozen to death.  I…”  He sighed.  “What happened?”

She was quiet for so long that he was sure she wasn’t going to reply.  He started to get ready to stand up, letting out a huff.

“I was thirteen,” I said quietly, my voice barely audible.  Alpine’s fur was so soft in my fingers and against my cheek.  It kept me grounded, kept me tied down to the Earth so I didn’t float away in the cloudy memories that covered the sky in my head.

Bucky was watching me closely, clearly surprised that I’d actually spoken.

My throat felt so dry.  “Um…  It was a few months after my birthday…  And I had just gotten a new phone.  It was… It was one of those sliding phones with a full keyboard?  It had a touch screen, and it was cherry red.”  I couldn’t help but let out a weak laugh as I remembered that stupid phone.  I’d been utterly obsessed with it, like any thirteen year old would be.  “I was in eighth grade and even though most people I went to school with already had an iPhone, that phone was the coolest thing ever.”

He was watching me in a way that was so intense, so focused.  I hadn’t ever had someone look at me like that.  Like he was actually listening.

“And, uh…  I used to walk to the river in the woods by my house,” I said, my voice growing soft again.  “I would go and sit and read on nice days…  I didn’t really have… friends.  I was a bit of a loner, and new.  We’d just moved there that April.”  My heart ached.  I missed that river.  I missed my parents.  More than anything.  “There was a man that I’d see sometimes at the river fishing…”

Bucky’s breath audibly hitched, and I could see his hands gripping his knees tightly.

“I was lonely,” I said, my voice cracking as I clutched onto Alpine that much tighter.  The puppy let out a whine as my eyes water.  “I didn’t have any friends yet.  I was an o-only child…  So, yeah, I’d talk t-to him.  I didn’t think it was wrong.  I f-figured if he was going to do something, he would’ve done it the f-first eighty times I s-saw him.”

“He took you, didn’t he?” He asked quietly, his voice gravelly.

Avoiding his eyes, I gave a short nod.  “Yeah.”

He stood up, his jaw set as he reached for his phone.  “We have to call the police.  If you were being held in a house on this mountain, then that means whoever took you lives close enough for you to have gotten here in a snowstorm.”

“NO!” I said as I scrambled up.  Alpine flopped to the side with a bark as she watched me scramble to knock his cell phone out of his hand.  “No cops!” I breathed out, eyes feral.

“Okay,” he said quietly, his voice soothing as he held up his hands in surrender.  “Okay.  No cops.  I won’t call the cops…”

I could see the confusion on his face, but a wave of relief washed over me as he agreed to not call the cops without asking too many questions.  I’d already shared so much.

“Do you want to watch a movie?” He asked, casually switching the subject as he sat back down.  He didn’t even grab his phone.

“Yeah.  Yeah, that sounds good,” I said as I took my seat again, swallowing thickly.  “Can we watch that one you were telling me about?” I asked as Alpine licked my face before settling in my lap once again.  “The…  The one about the Day of the Dead?”

An easy smile spread across his lips.  “Coco?  Yeah.  We can watch whatever you want.”

There was a shift in the air after she told Bucky about where she’d come from.  They still kept a generally wide berth, but… they were closer.  He was definitely in no hurry for her to leave.  Not when he could keep her safe in his cabin.

He felt a wave of protectiveness every time he thought of her.  He had someone to take care of now.  Other than Alpine and Steve when they were kids, he’d never had that.  Even Rebecca had been so independent growing up.

He liked having someone to protect, to take care of.  He liked checking in on her when he woke up in the morning and when he went to bed.

Which he’d started doing once she’d stopped locking her door at night.

Bucky liked preparing her breakfast and coffee for her in the morning, slowly helping her increase her food intake without hurting her tummy.  He liked checking in on her and making her laugh with his stupid jokes.

He liked… her.  She was easily the prettiest gal he’d seen, even if it was unassuming at first.

But he wasn’t a creep like the man who took her, whoever he was.  He wasn’t going to pressure her into being with him just because he was providing her shelter and food.

He wouldn’t use her like that.

And besides, it wasn’t as though she would want him.  She had just turned twenty-four that year, and he was forty-one.  There was a good seventeen year age gap, and it felt even wider once he’d realized that her education had effectively stopped at thirteen years old.

Of course, he’d started to remedy that.  He’d found some kind of online learning platform that he’d remembered from the pandemic.  Parents had started the free service in order to make sure that kids were still getting their education as schools shut down and they were pushed into Zoom classes in the autumn of 2020, after America failed and sent them back to school.

She was a lot smarter than she realized, and he made sure to tell her as often as possible.

They had a camaraderie that he hadn’t ever expected to find after he’d pushed Steve away.

Steve had been lucky.  He’d been good enough at drawing that he’d gotten a full ride to art school.  He didn’t have to enlist in order to have a future.

It wasn’t that Bucky was bitter about that.  Steve deserved it.  And now Bucky’s job was taking pictures of the mountains he lived on, and he got paid so much that he really only had to work a few months a year.

“You always talk about Steve,” she said softly one night as they ate dinner in the living room, as per their routine.  “Do you still talk to him?”

“Uh…  No,” he said quietly.  “Lately I’ve been thinking about reaching out, though…  I miss him.”

Her head tilted to the side as she looked at him, her spoon halfway to her mouth.  He’d made chicken tortilla soup, since that had apparently become her favorite.  “What happened?  If you don’t mind me asking…”

Bucky smiled weakly down at his own half empty bowl.  “Well…”  His spoon clinked against the side.  “It was hard after I came home… from overseas…  I’d lost my arm…  I wasn’t the same guy I was…”  He took a deep breath.  “I was angry… at everything… and I took it out on him, even when it wasn’t his fault…  And then one day I just packed up and left.  Found my way here.  I bought this place with the money I had and fixed it up…  It was a real dump.  Basically foreclosed.  But I spent an entire summer fixing it.  Had to get it done before the first snow.  And it also got me to figure out how to use my prosthetic.  It’s some… fancy experimental thing.”

There was a flicker of the lights, and then nothing.  It went completely dark.  The heater stopped, the clock on the top of the stove went off.

“Bucky?” She whimpered, the fear evident in her voice.

“Hey, it’s okay.  It’s okay.  I’m here,” he said as he used his phone flashlight to illuminate the situation a little bit.  “I’m gonna find some flashlights, okay?  You stay right there with Alpine.”

She nodded, setting her bowl to the side and wrapping her arms around the puppy.  “Okay…  H-Hurry back.”

Oh, he definitely would.  He didn’t wanna leave his bear cub alone for too long.

He found two flashlights in the basement before coming back.  “Okay, let’s get all the blankets and stuff together,” he said as he handed her one of them.  “It’s gonna get cold real quick without the heating working.”  There was no way he was gonna be able to get out to look at the generator with how heavy the snow was falling.

They piled all the blankets up on his bed before she crawled under the mountain of them, Alpine curling up next to her like always.

She watched as Bucky sat on the edge of the bed, watching the slow rise and fall of his back.  She could practically see the steam coming from his ears from how much he was overthinking.  “You can take your arm off, you know,” she said quietly, sitting up on her elbows.  “I’m…  I’m not gonna think it’s weird.”

Bucky let out a weak laugh.  “You sure, bear cub?” He asked, his voice wavering.  “I don’t want to freak you out…”

“Something that’s a part of you could never be bad,” she said quietly.

His heart stuttered inside his chest.  He didn’t know what to say in reply.  He’d never had someone say something like that.  His hand was shaking as he reached up and undid his prosthetic.  It was a whole thing he went through every night and every morning, since it was attached to his nerves.  He hissed as it finally came off, setting it in the open case on the ground as he rolled his shoulders a few times to get the tension out.

“See?” She said as she watched him, her eyes running over his back muscles and the scars that covered his shoulder.  “There’s nothing bad about you.”

Bucky slowly crawled under the blankets, staying on the other side of the bed.  He didn’t want to make her uncomfortable.

“You gonna stay over there all night?’

He blinked, and then he blinked again, his eyes staring up at the ceiling.  “I…  What?”

She was still sitting up on her elbows, her lower lip caught between her teeth.  Her eyes were flickering between the blankets and him.  “You don’t have to stay over there…  I’m not… gonna break if we cuddle, you know…”

Bucky’s heart stopped inside his chest as his mind went blank.  He suddenly wasn’t thinking anymore about how he might hurt her.  She wanted him.  Or at least… wanted him to cuddle with her.

Which he was more than happy to comply.

I scooted over a little closer to Bucky when I realized he was frozen staring at me.  He seemed to be in shock over the fact that I wanted to cuddle.

“Jamie?” I said softly, my fingers grabbing onto his arm and tugging him closer.  “Please?”

I watched as he swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he nodded.

“I mean…  You don’t have to,” I added quickly, feeling a flash of anxiety.  What if I had imagined everything?  The flirting?  The calling me bear cub?  “Not if…  Not if you don’t want to.”

Maybe my emotional growth was just as stunted as my educational growth.

But then moved closer to the center of the bed, his strong arm wrapping around my waist and pulling me close.  So close that I was lying on top of his chest.  He was so nice and warm.

And so strong.  He wasn’t like one of those guys in Hollywood or the bodybuilders that were all dehydrated in order to look like they had a twenty pack of abs or something.  He was the real kind of strong.

It was sexy as hell.

And it had been so long since I’d had a gentle touch…  Or had someone hold me just for the sake of holding me.

I hadn’t realized just how badly I needed it until Bucky was holding me close, his lips pressing to my forehead.

“James?  If you don’t mind me asking…  How did you lose your arm?”

I could feel the rise and fall of his chest as he took in my question.

“You don’t have to tell me.”

“No, I…  I want to,” he insisted as he brought me that much closer.  His chin rested on top of my head.  “I was on break…  And these little local kids loved playing hopscotch with us.  We’d draw out the hopscotch on the ground and we would use a little rock and all that…  Then one day, there was a truck out by the road.  One of ours.  We didn’t think anything of it even though it wasn’t where it was supposed to be.  We figured that out later.”  He pressed his lips to my head.  He was trembling, even if he was trying to hide it.  “We were searching for a good rock to use… and when I got close to grab a rock under the wheel… someone set off a bomb.  Blew my arm clean off.  It was all in… all in slow motion.”  Bucky sighed, shaking his head.  “I’d rather it be me then one of those little kids though.”

I sighed, squeezing him tight.  “You’re a good man, James.”  He clearly didn’t wanna think about it anymore, so I quickly changed the subject.  “Have you ever had someone braid your hair?” I asked as I reached up, running my fingers through his long hair.

“Can’t say I have,” he said, a chuckle reverberating through his chest.  “Why?  You wanna braid my hair for me, bear cub?”

I hummed, twirling a strand of his hair around my fingers.  “Mm…  I think it’d look real pretty braided…”

“Pretty?  You calling me pretty?” He snorted.

“Mmhm.”

“Why’s that?”

“‘Cause you’re pretty.”

By the blush on his cheeks, I could tell that he hadn’t ever been called pretty again.

And I knew I’d have to start calling him pretty a lot more.

Bucky had a shy smile on his face as he squeezed me closer to him, burying his face in my hair.  “You’re prettier, bear cub.”  He kissed my forehead again, humming.  “Get some sleep.  I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

It was another two months before there was a break in the snow long enough for them to be able to head to town for more groceries.  Plus, they needed to stop and get her some clothing that actually fit her.

Not that Bucky didn’t mind her wearing his clothes.  He liked it a lot, actually.  His little bear cub in his sweaters and such.

But she did want some pants that fit her proper and some underwear, at least.

And she was excited, but clearly anxious.  “Come on, Alpine,” she said happily as they ran out to the truck, Bucky following quickly behind.

“You’re adorable,” he said softly as he climbed in the driver’s seat.

“Shut it,” she said, covering her face in Alpine’s white fur.

He was falling for her.  Hard.  Even after the electric came back on, they hadn’t stopped staying in the same bed.  It just felt natural.  They hadn’t done anything more than cuddle, but he wasn’t exactly in a rush.  Bucky was very happily letting her take the reins when it came to how quick they moved.

But he did wanna talk to her about being together officially at some point.

The one thing he was really worried about was the fact that she still wouldn’t let him call the police.

He just wanted to find the man who had hurt her and wring his neck with his bare hands.

Or at least have him thrown in jail.  At the very least.

The first thing they did was get her some clothes and shoes so she could change into them, even though he was pleased to note that she did keep on his sweater.

She looked really, really good in green.

Like, really good.

“We need at least two containers of cottage cheese,” she said as she grabbed them, grinning.

“Oh, yeah?” He asked, coming up to her and wrapping his arms around her waist.  He couldn’t help it.  He loved touching her.  Preferred to have at least one hand on her at all times.  “Better make that three containers, bear cub.  From what I remember, someone ate an entire container in one sitting and then promptly threw all of it up.”

“I don’t know who you’re talking about.”  Her cheeks flushed as she nuzzled into him.  “And I only have two hands, James.”

A slow smirk spread over his lips as he looked at her pretty face.  He loved getting her all flustered.  “I didn’t say you had to grab it all at once.”  As if to make a point, he reached over and grabbed a third container, moving to set it in the cart.

It was when he had turned his head away for less than thirty seconds that he heard the sound of plastic hitting the ground, and saw cottage cheese splattered across the marble tiles.

“Bear cub?” He said in confusion as he looked around.  But she’d disappeared.  His brows furrowed as his eyes met Brock Rumlow’s, who was glowering at him for some fucking reason.  His eyes flickered down to his outfit, his heart stopping inside his chest when he saw the badge.

Brock Rumlow was a police officer.

His bear cub hated cops and refused to let him call the cops.

She’d disappeared when she saw him.

Fuck.

He didn’t like the thoughts that were running in his head.

Bucky had to find her before Brock did.

He didn’t even attempt to act nonchalant as he ran through the store, leaving the cart there.  His heart was absolutely racing.

Alpine wasn’t sitting outside the front door where they’d left her.

He rushed to the parking lot, breathing out a sigh of relief when he found her and Alpine in the truck, huddled down on the floor.  “Oh, thank fuck,” he breathed out as he got in the driver’s seat.  He didn’t even buckle before he was peeling out of the parking lot.  “He’s not gonna touch you, baby.  I promise.”

She looked up at him with glassy eyes, tears staining down her soft cheeks.  “H-He…  He’s the one who…”

“I know,” he said quietly as he reached over to take her hand, intertwining their fingers and squeezing.  He was flying up the mountain as fast as he could without spinning out, heading for the cabin.  “I know that it’s him.  But he’s not going to touch you, okay?  I’m not gonna let him.  I’m gonna protect you.”  He handed her his phone out of his pocket.  “Bear cub, can you go to my contacts and call Sam?  Tell him we need him as soon as possible.”

She nodded, her hands trembling as she found the name and called.  “H-Hello?  This is Bucky’s friend and w-we need someone at Bucky’s immediately.  Please.”

When they got back to the cabin, he rushed her inside.  “Go upstairs to our bedroom, lock the door, and then go to the bathroom and lock the door,” he said.  “Take the handgun in my bedside table with you.”

“J-Jamie, I’m scared,” she whimpered, her hands shaking.

He rushed forward, his hands holding her face as he pulled her into a kiss.  “It’s all gonna be okay.  But don’t come out for anyone that isn’t me, alright?” He said softly, caressing her cheeks.  “Take Alpine with you.”

She nodded, and he let out a sigh of relief as she went.

He grabbed the gun he had hidden in the living room, quickly loading it.  He knew that Rumlow would be coming up after them, especially if he was the one who had kept his precious girl kidnapped for over a decade.

He had a lot to lose.

But so did Bucky.  He’d just gotten his girl, and he wasn’t losing her anytime soon.

Bucky Barnes would not be losing the one person that made him feel human again.

And if it came down to it, and he died protecting her, he’d be okay with that as long as she was safe.  He’d just have to bring down Brock with him.

He stiffened as he heard the car pull into the drive with a roar and then the slamming of the door.  He knew it wasn’t Sam.  It would take him longer than that to get up there considering when they’d called.

Brock didn’t even bother knocking.  He shot through the lock and threw the door open.

It was all a blur.  Bucky shot at him and managed to catch him in the thigh, but Brock just kept coming.  He was pretty sure he had a bulletproof vest on, too.

“So this is where the little brat’s been?” Brock snarled, glaring as he pointed the gun at him.  “I figured she’d died out in the snow.  Would’ve been better if she had.”

Bucky wasn’t going to dignify it with a response.  He knew Brock was just trying to rile him up to get him to fuck up.  And he couldn’t let that happen when his girl’s life was on the line.

What he did do was aim at Brock’s hand and get him to drop the gun before he rushed forward and pinned him to the ground to wait for Sam.  He shoved him to the ground, glaring at him harshly.  “You will never touch her again,” he hissed, emphasizing each word as his hand wrapped around his throat and squeezed threateningly.  “And I’d fucking kill you now, but you don’t deserve a quick death.”  He spit in his face.  “I want you to get put in prison for life, and I want to hear about how your ass is getting kicked everyday for kidnapping and raping a little girl, and holding her hostage for over a decade.  I’m gonna personally make sure you never see the light of day again.”

As soon as the door opened and Sam came in with two other officers, he lifted his hands in surrender, getting off him once he knew that Brock wouldn’t be able to get out.

Before anyone could stop to question him, he ran upstairs.  “BABY?” He called out as he knocked on the bedroom door.

It took less than thirty seconds for his girl to open the door and throw herself into his arms, Alpine barking excitedly behind her.

“Hey, Alpine,” he said with a laugh as he scooped her up, wrapping her legs around his waist as she buried her face in his neck.  “Did you protect your mama?  Yeah?”

She let out a weak laugh as she nuzzled in further.  “Are you okay?” She asked, her voice cracking as she pulled back to look at him, holding his face as she checked him for injuries.

“Bear cub, he didn’t even touch me,” he said softly, holding her close.  “He’s in cuffs now, being put in the back of a cop car to go to prison…”  He kissed her forehead.  “He can’t ever get near you again.  They’re gonna search his place and it’ll all be over.  You never have to go back there ever again.”

I jerked awake, letting out a broken scream.  Sweat dripped down my back, tears rolling down my cheeks.

Alpine let out a worried whine from where she laid on my feet, keeping them toasty.

“Hey…  Hey, I’m here,” Bucky whispered sleepily as he brought me into his chest with his one arm.  His prosthetic had been taken off earlier.  “I’ve got you, bear cub…  I’m right here…”

I crumbled into tears as I was pulled onto his lap, my nose brushing against his neck.  “J-Jamie…”

“Was it the dream again?”

I nodded, my hands grasping at him to hold him close.  “I wa-was back in that basement…  W-With Him.”

He had gotten to see the basement first hand.  The concrete walls.  The dirty mattress that rested on the ground without any sheets.  The bugs and the rats that I had shared that space with.  The broken window that Brock had covered with a trash bag.  The cameras.

He’d seen me through the whole trial.

It didn’t take long for Brock to be put on trial and found guilty.  Hell, the jury only deliberated for an hour before coming back and giving their verdict.

With all the evidence from his cabin and his own poor defense, I didn’t even have to testify, which was a relief.

The piece of shit actually thought he’d get off easy.  But he got fifty years, and considering he was already over forty, it wasn’t likely that he’d ever get to leave prison again.

There was a bit of… question about what would happen to me after.  Where I would go.

My parents came to see me at Bucky’s, and they started talking about me going home with them and how they still had my room all set up.

But I just couldn’t leave Bucky and Alpine.  Not after everything.

And as much as I knew that me being taken wasn’t their fault, I didn’t feel safe with them like I did with him.

I thought Bucky was going to cry when I said that I wanted to stay with him.  He’d rushed to reassure them that he was going to take care of me and he was already working on helping me get my GED.

They seemed to like him, which was good.

And yeah.  The nightmares still came back sometimes.  I would always be haunted, even with my therapists’ help.

“I’ve got you…  He’s never gonna touch you again.  You’re safe,” Bucky whispered as he kissed my cheek.  He pulled back, his hand cupping my face.  “I love you.  And I’ll never let anyone hurt you ever again.  And you know Alpine won’t.”

“I know,” I said softly as I rested my head against his chest as he laid us down again.  “I love you, too.”

No, the nightmares didn’t go away.  But that didn’t matter when I had Bucky.

[griffin-wood]

— night talks.

pairing: griffin x raylene

summary: griff and ray decide to get to know each other more.

a/n: super self indulgence <3

There are perks of living near the ocean, which is midnight swims. Well, in this case; it's definitely the pool. The illuminate neon lights shine brightly from the inside, as Raylene and Griffin slowly tip-toe out the door, and head straight to the pool.

“Okay, should we perform an encore from earlier but quieter?” she asked, as Raylene begins to tie up her hair into a ponytail.

“no cannonballs got it,” Griffin says, as he held out his hand for her. They both jump inside the pool, with a fit of laughter escaping their lips as they were surrounded by water once again.

-

Ray and Griff end up racing one another in the pool and splashing the other. It definitely took their energy a lot more than it should after today's events; the first day of being in the villa.

They both ended up drying themselves and taking a seat by the edge of the pool with their feet dipping into the water. Griff is wearing a white t-shirt as he wraps a blanket around Raylene's shoulder.

"thank you." She says smiling at him, as Griff bows in return.

There was silence for a few moments, as their gazes lands on the view in front of them. Yards of water, the beach looks exquisites the moonlight shines brightly reflecting the beauty of the sea itself.

“So, what do you want in life?”

He looks at her, chuckling at the question.

“You usually get really deep with strangers that quickly huh?”

“Hey, we kissed - and now, we are definitely not strangers anymore. We are Raylene and Griffin."

“I like the sound of that.” He replies as Ray feels herself blushing under his gaze.

“So, your answer?”

He went quiet, as his mind tries to think it through.

”Does being happy count as an answer?” He smiles sheepishly her way, as she chuckles at the answer.

“It could be anything you want it to be and happiness is a good answer, Griff.”

Griffin turns to face her, a blanket also wrapped around him as well.

“What about you?”

She thought about it a moment, she's always been thinking bout this question. What she wants? Happiness? A chance to find her brother maybe? Love? Being successful? Her brown eyes met with his blue ones, and in those eyes - there's a silent 'you could trust me' that made her ready to tell him about this.

“It's stupid actually.”

He raised an eyebrow, now actually pretty curious on what her answer would be.

“Stupid is actually buying huge expensive gummy bears that turned out to hurt your tummy.” he cringes at the sentence, as Ray's laughter escapes her lips.

“Those novelty ones in the stores?”

“Yep - but, don't try to change the subject. It can't be stupider than what I did.” He gave her a convincing smile - well, the one she, unfortunately, has melted upon too easily today.

“Okay, here goes. As stupid as this sounds, I actually want to fall in love.” She found herself blushing in embarrassment once more, as Griffin looks at her and an accidental laugh escapes his lips.

“Why does it feel stupid to you?”

She shrugs her shoulders, and he waits for her. Giving her time, she never really has to open up to someone except maybe Rose or even Maya. But, this is new - stranger danger territory, but... They also kissed. So, where's the line between it anymore? A stranger, a friend, someone who she has the chance to cross off her body count list, a possible future lover, or just...another person who'll walk into her life and ended up leaving anyway. But, that's the thing about life - you never really know until the moment is too late so she decides to just say, fudge it and go along with it.

“I don't know - I just, I grew up reading all these books about romance. I am always in awe of the idea of love itself — like love is this magical feeling, you fall in love with everything about someone. And sometimes, there's a love that ends up tragically along with the love that becomes the one that got away - or maybe the love that's even gone too soon. All of it has something in common. Love. I just, I wanna fall in love too.” She paused, her eyes anywhere but him. However, she realizes that griffin is probably looking at her anyways.

“That's definitely not the stupidest thing one could ever want.” He tries to cheer her up, and she finds herself smiling after all.

“Yeah - I have been writing about characters falling in love, yet I wonder what will it feel like when I do fall in love. Would I have a story of tragedy - or a sweet ending like maybe something mushy or like something unexpected after all? I write about characters falling, yet the idea of me wanting to fall in love is sometimes really hard to believe. I've seen the look in my sister's eyes; the lover's gaze they say. How she falls in love, how she smiles at the thought of her love, or how much she jumps excitedly at the sight of his favorite food in the supermarket aisle, or the fact that she also has songs written about him. I...I guess I want to have that too. A love that lasts for maybe a lifetime - along with the idea of someone loving me back, accepting every flaw and loving every part of me as I do them.” Raylene stops, laughs at herself a little.

“I can't believe I just said that, does it sound stupid?” she tries to crack some laughter, as Griff shakes his head.

“Not really. That's actually a wonderful thing to want — so, Raylene Gray; that isn't stupid at all.”

He faces her, turning their knees as they face one another.

“Even the idea of ogling eyes towards one another doesn't sound stupid to you?”

“Nah, I've seen stupid - and that's actually pretty sweet. I've always thought I've fallen in love before - but, maybe I haven't found the right person yet you know?”

A curious cat, an eyebrow was raised at the last part of the sentence.

“You've fallen in love before?”

“Maybe, I think I've fallen in love too much in this lifetime - over the little things.”

She nods in understanding, and he asks again.

“Is that why you came here, to find love?”

And...she's blushing again either it's under his gaze or the embarrassment. Honestly, a bit of both but she actually likes it.

“Yes, I think maybe there's a tiny chance in this world that I could find love - and I've decided that a reality show is a good place to start." A hint of sarcasm in her voice manage to crack another grin on his face.

“How is it going so far?”

Ah, she knows where this conversation is going.

“Why do you want to know?”

He shrugs again, before smiling. "No reason at all."

“I don't know; maybe my luck is actually looking up for once. Maybe love is almost there - maybe it's still far away, who knows?” there's a hint of teasing in her voice as Griffin chuckles.

“Who knows?” He echoes her, as she lays her head on his shoulder. Somehow, they have gotten closer during the conversation and the space between them has disappeared. Their gaze both land on the moon - again shining as her mind wanders again.

Love. Maybe it's not a stupid idea, after all, maybe it's there all along. Maybe, she'll stumble upon it - maybe. And the man beside her, the one she only knew for the last 24 hours; maybe there's a possibility - some say it's crazy because what if it isn't love. But, what if it is love? Who knows? But, she's definitely excited to find out.

“Why are you smiling there?”

“Nothing...I just think this is pretty exciting after all.”

“Even if we stumbled upon a murder mystery by the end?” he jokes at her, as Ray immediately playfully hit his shoulder.

“Hopefully not.” she smiles wistfully at him, as he tips his head to her; another smile mirroring with hers. It feels good. This feels good, and its only the beginning.

The end.

tags: @wayhavenots , @takemyopenheart , @winterkeys , @winslowmontgomery , @themysteriouslou , @indorilnerevarine , @stephschoices , @moderarato

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Obey Me: Beelzebub - A kinky Secret Santa gift exchange.

Fandom: Obey Me Pairing: Beelzebub x MC (F) Prompt: 4th December - A kinky Secret Santa gift exchange. From @voltage-vixen​ christmas list. Warning: Sex-toys, Mammon Idiocy. Notes: For my raffle winner 6 @buzzybeebee​​​ - Thank you again for entering.

Torn wrapping paper lay in bundles on the floor, empty glasses of demonus sat upon the table whilst the sound of laughter filled the room. 

“Oh this one is small!” Asmo’s voice squealed as he picked up the little parcel beneath the tree. Written in gold letters was her name, Asmo turning and holding it out to her, ‘It’s for you!”. 

When Lucifer had banned secret santa, Asmo had the ingenious idea of having a secret ‘Adult secret santa’. “It’s not the same as secret santa” he had pouted whenever someone said no, but in the end all of his brothers had come around. Of course Lucifer had found out about it, but was too busy with work to care anymore. 

So far Mammon had received gold condoms, the gift from the girl had made him go redder than the red spider stew they had had for lunch. Satan had been given a ‘New position of the Day’ calendar and Leviathan had been given two stress balls in the shape of boobs with a ‘closest ya'll get to the real things’ note attached.  

“I’m so excited!” She laughed, tearing away the paper, only for her eyes to widen at what was wrapped inside. All eyes focused on her as they questioned what she had. A tubed plastic lipstick. Only it wasn’t for the lips on her face...

“Tsch! What even is it!” Mammon grabbing the lipstick and waving it about in the air.

“Mammon! Stop it!” Her face burning up as she reached for it. Mammon rolled his eyes as he held it close to his face.

“It’s just a lipstick, what's so wrong with it,” He tutted. “Not very adult compared to the tit squeezers I got for Levi,”.

“I knew they were from you!” Levi threw one at his head from the other side of the circle they were sitting in. Mammon growled, ready to retaliate as the young girl tried hopelessly once more to get back the item. 

“Hey! There’s a hole in this, it’s broken! Where’s the colour at,” He swiped the red against his hand, not realising it was plastic. Asmo snickered, snorting as he was unable to hold in his laughter at the situation. 

“Mammon, please just-!” She squealed, reaching out but it was too late. Mammon twisted the base and the sound of buzzing filled the air. She was mortified. Mammon’s face went even redder than hers, looking between the vibrating lipstick in his hand then at her before quickly throwing it at her. The toy vibrated in her lap as she turned it off and shoved in her jacket pocket.

-

The rest of the night ended rather quickly, Beel, Belphegor and Asmo all opening their presents in record time. Mammon not saying a word the rest of the night. It was unclear who had who for the gifts, the group dispersing after the final gifts had been opened. A bag of gummies in the shape of dicks for Beel, a grow your own pair of boobs for Belph and some penis shaped straws for Asmo. 

The young girl has wracked her brain over who had gifted her the toy, determined it was Asmo. Mammon could barely look her in the eye with embarrassment. Although some strange behaviour from Beel did make her question if he knew the culprit. Normally, he would come grab her at midnight to get “second dinner” but really she just went to sit and talk to him whilst he snacked on a second helping of food. The pair growing fond of each other, becoming closer as they conversed over deep-late night talks. But tonight, she heard his footsteps past her room as he wandered to the kitchen alone. 

“Beel?” She called out, walking bear footed to the kitchen, wrapping her jacket tightly around her. The house felt colder in its winter months, shorts and a tank top no longer seeming like redeemable pyjama choices. A grunt followed, Beel hunching into the fridge and grovelling a piece of Demon turkey into his mouth.

“Oh, hey.” He turned, shutting the door as he swallowed the piece of meat in his mouth. 

“You didn’t come get me, is everything okay?” She pouted slightly, taking a few steps in. Beel stepping backwards as she did. Something was up.

“Yeah, it’s all fine.” Beel licking his fingers clean, her eyes following the lean muscle of his tongue wetting his hand.

“You sure? You always grab me for midnight snacks,”.

“I just thought, after earlier you might not want to come.” His cheeks blushing slightly as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Oh.. it’s a shame we didn’t get to find out who had each other.” She pressed, determined to find out who had gifted her the small vibrator.

“Yeah, maybe we can tell each other next year?” He laughed, the girl taking another step towards him, only a few footsteps between them.

“Yeah maybe.” She laughed with him, closing the distance between them, “Ooooor, you can tell me had me.” Beel went red instantly.

“How- how would I know?” He stuttered.

“Well I know I had Mammon, Mammon had Levi, Belph caved and told me he had Satan, Levi had you because he ordered them when I was with him so that leaves Satan, you and Asmo, and I presume you had Asmo, Satan had Belphie and Asmo had me?” Beel’s face grew redder, his face blending into the same shade of his hair.

“I-Uh, I really don’t know.”

“Well can you not just tell me who you had?” She questioned. Beel refused to answer as she stamped her foot in protest and whined his name. He wasn’t giving in so easily and she needed to use her knowledge of him to get him to talk. She opened the fridge and grabbed the first thing she saw.

“Tell me or the pudding gets it!” Holding a plate in her hand with plummed toad pudding on it, ready to tip it into the sink. Beel’s face lit up with horror as he went to step forward, her free hand pushing out against his chest in an attempt to stop him.

“___” He mustered, his lip trembling at the plate, his eyes darting between it and her eyes. 

“One chance Beelzebub.” Her tone was strict. It felt like time had stopped as Beel grumbled. Wasting food to him was a sin of its own kind, even though he towered over the girl, her action held more power than the physical strength of him. She had him trapped, right where she wanted him.

“I!” He reached out but her hand titled, a crumb falling from the plate making him whine. “Okay alright, yes, I had you! It was you,” It was her turn to go red, freezing on the spot as he never thought it would be Beel who had brought her the toy.

“I- overheard you last week talking to Asmo, about how long it has been since ya… figured it could help with the situation,” Beel refusing to look her in the eye, instead focusing on the plate in her hand. He slowly leaned forward, wrapping his hand around hers as he pried the plate away from her and set it down gently on the surface beside them. 

“I see.” Slowly lowering her arm, an awkward silence settling between them. “And… and did you hear anything else in that conversation?” The look he gave her told her his answer, he had indeed heard her telling Asmo how she wanted Beel to eat her like he did a serving of food. Of course she said it jokingly, but she still meant it. “R-right, well I’ll.. I’ll leave you too it.”

As she turned to take her leave, out of sheer embarrassment, a strong grip on her lower arm stopped her. Beel reaching out to her with a small hunger in his eyes, like he could devour her on the spot. “Don’t go.” Pulling her close to him, her hands sprawling out to feel the flex of his muscles beneath his top. “I could.. always.. have another serving of dessert,” His eyes sparkling with the true meaning of his words, pulling the girl into his heated gaze.

-

“What’s this?” Beel had a dangerous smirk on his face when he pushed her jacket off, a small thud hitting the dining room as he fished into the pocket to pull out the lipstick vibrator. “Let’s test out how good it’s reviews really were, shall we?”. 

All the girl could was nod, her hair slightly tousled, eyes heavy with lust, lips slightly bruised from the sheer force of Beel’s lips against hers. She looked positively wrecked and they’d only just begun. 

He leaned down to kiss her once more, this time softer as his fingers played with the edge of her top before lifting it enough to display her perky breasts. A low whine filled the room to have his mouth move down and latch onto a pebbled nipple, tongue swirling and teeth grazing over them. The motion he repeated on her other breast, a gush rushed between her legs. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d be touched by another, her arousal making her thighs grow slicker with each passing second. - it also didn’t help that one of the most beautiful creatures to ever set foot in Devildom was toying with her clit over the thin material of her shorts. 

“Beel… please,” Her hands fisted into red hair as he pressed kisses down her exposed stomach, her shorts quickly finding themselves on the floor. Her legs spread to him a view of her wet folds, scent hitting him and making his pupil blow wide open. She was bare and all his for the taking. 

The large wooden table didn’t even creak as she fell backwards, back arched with her head thrown back resting on her elbows. No matter how hard she tried, the moans still left her mouth and echoed through the empty room paired with the light buzzing. Beel cupping the side of her thigh as he stood between them, the other hand bringing the vibrator up and down her slit. He teased her by holding to the places where she was most sensitive, watching her hips buck as a throaty “oh god” left her.

“Do you want to know the best purpose of this?” He smirked lightly, pulling away from her and resting it on her thigh, watching as she whined at the loss of contact. He pressed a chaste kiss to her exposed neck, nibbling soft as she clutched his forearm. Spreading her folds with two fingers in the shape of a ‘v’, he lined the hole of the toy directly over her clit and twisted the base. 

The noise that left her was one that he needed to hear again, the sound of pure pleasure. The hand on her thigh moved to press the lower of her back, keeping her in place as she squirmed, her hips bucking violently off the table. A string of strong curses left her lips, growing higher and higher in octaves until she trembled. 

His name left her in a way that was so sinful, it made him rutt his hips against the table, his cock swelling as it ached to be where the small bullet was. Wood curled as she clawed viciously at the table, body curling inwards as pulsed around nothing. The strength of her orgasm being an intense feeling she had never reached with her fingers alone. Her head slumped forward onto the solid planes of his chest, whimpering highly as he kept the bullet tightly against her.

It was too much, her hips spasming as her thighs trembled. It felt almost electrifying, her back arching to the point she feared it could snap as currents of electric shocks danced along her. Not even able to control the noises that left her, purely erotic as she held on tightly to his shirt for her sanity. Tears rolled down her cheeks in fat blobs, tongue lolling to the side of her mouth whilst drool dripped from the corner as a white heat took over her body. 

Physically shaking, her limbs going numb as she came. The pressure inside bursting into a thousand pleasurable flames, leaving her in a state of pure bliss without the ability to think. Her second releasing soaked the table beneath her, a thick puddle forming as it spread, Beel’s clothed erection resting against it becoming drenched. His fingers coaxed in her essence and the light grey of his bottoms stained, his searing hard on becoming more visible from as the damp clothes outlined his cock. 

A growl left one of them, unsure who, as Beel attacked her lips pushing her down flat against the table. Releasing himself from the confinement of his trousers and hooking her legs over his elbows as he gripped her waist. Pre-release smeared against her as he rubbed through her velvety folds, coating himself before lining up against her. A meek, “Please Beelzebub,” was the confirmation he needed to continue, pushing into her as she stretched around him. 

Beel’s appetite was ravenous and he was still currently starving. The night between them, only just starting.

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Izone Reaction s/o falling asleep while doing their school work

Idol: Izone

Request: No

A/n: My brain is destroyed, this took longer than expected, sorry if this had a lot of grammar issues! Hope you like it, loves!

Eunbi

Eunbi swore that she would take care of everyone as your leader. The constant late nights you spend in the dining room answering your books, the times she sleeps seeing you working and waking up to you in the same spot.

So when she came home from doing the groceries, a frown etched on her face when she saw you passed out on the table, your books and laptop opened while a pencil hung from your ear. She approached your sleeping form, taking a look at your work and saving it before shaking you awake,

“Y/n,” she shook you until you groaned, opening your eyes and groggily calling out. “Unnie?” You called and she smiled at you, cooing at your cuteness,

“Let’s get you to bed,” you couldn’t argue with her and just stood letting her lead you to your room before tucking you in. The soft pillow knocking you out instantly, “Sleep well, baby,” she whispered before leaving your room , closing the door and making her way to tidy your things.

Sakura

Your girlfriend was busy cleaning the dorm, she was left behind while the others had their own plans, she saw the opportunity and decided to clean the whole dorm. Halfway through the front door opened, followed by your tired form entering, dropping your bag beside the couch and slumping on the couch.

Sakura peeked and saw you, a smile forming on her face as she continued cleaning,

“How was your project, love?” She called out but when she didn’t get a response she peeked again, cooing when she saw how your body was unmoving and relaxed, followed by a quiet snore. She smiled at your form, moving to take the blanket and drape it over you, making sure to keep her noise minimal as to let you rest.

Hyewon

Hyewon left her room, going to the kitchen to retrieve the leftover gummy bears she had saved last night. She paused when she saw you slumped on the table, various books and papers littered, one of said books resting on your head. It made her laugh at the state you were in before she sat next to you.

Quietly pulling a chair and eating her food, silently watching you as the book lifted and came back down, your breath moving some of the papers as your snoring echoed a little because of the book.

Maybe if someone saw her it would be creepy, but she enjoyed it, seeing you so peaceful made her heart tickle because she knew that she was the lucky one getting to date such a hard working person.

Yena

Your girlfriend would be on the softer side.

Though she is known to be quite playful, she has this side of her that only is soft to you. She’s definitely been teased by her members but she doesn’t care, she’s soft to you and only you.

One time to prove it is when she saw you at midnight, working on your computer while she busies herself on instagram, you two often enjoy the silence, especially if you were working on a paper while Yena was also comfortable, all she needed was you in a room anyway.

But halfway through, the typing sounds stopped, Yena thought you were thinking. Since she knew that this paper would be graded by one of the strict teachers, every word and sentence had to be right.

But for a few minutes it didn’t continue so she looked up, only to gasp when she saw you, face slumped against the desk snoring. Yena stood, padding to your place and rolling your chair to the bed before rolling you on the mattress since she knew that your back would hurt otherwise.

Chaeyeon

Like Eunbi, Chaeyeon kept her promise in becoming the second leader. She took care of everyone and made sure you were all healthy and taken care of.

As your leader and girlfriend she made sure to look after you a little more than the rest. She knew how difficult school could get, though going to school while being an idol is a different story, she would try her best to understand and help you as best as she could.

When she came home and you crashed on her bed, snoring while you clutched her pillow, Chaeyeon cooed.

Even though you were only a few years younger than Minju she still considered you as a baby. So she changed and snuggled beside you quietly, your arms looping around her unconsciously, making Chaeyeon’s heart melt at your actions.

Chaewon

“You need to sleep, love,” you looked up at your girlfriend, squinting your eyes and removing your glasses, rubbing your eyes. It was sore from the hours you spent looking at your computer.

“I’ll just finish this, I promise, I’ll sleep soon” you said and busied continued your work, fingers gliding against the keyboard while Chaewon sighed and decided to let you be, she knew how stubborn you were.

Half an hour later when she went to check on you, she shook her head when you were already knocked out.

Sleepily sighing on your seat while she shook her head but nonetheless she couldn’t help but coo but your peaceful face before she woke you and forced you to sleep.

Chaewon laying beside you as she ran her fingers through your hair, soothing you until your tiredness took over completely.

Minju

When you met Minju at SOPA she was the definition of shy. Minju had a lot of friends but it was you specifically that managed to take her heart and attention.

So she understood the struggles that came with your industry and school. So usually the two of you would spend a lot of time together doing your work.

But sometimes you had more work than her, surprisingly while being in the same year, so she took care of you.

Often calling to make sure you weren’t overworking yourself. When she came to your apartment she was expecting to see you watching TV but a frown etched on her face when she saw you sleeping on your couch, your books on the table.

Minju sighed and took a blanket covering you before leaving a kiss on your forehead before she started to clean up your things, she would be sure to scold you tomorrow but that could wait, for now you needed rest and she was willing to give that to you.

Nako

Nako would be worried when she saw you sleeping on the floor. Your papers and school work scattered around you, it was almost as if you were dead, but your breathing made it clear that you were somewhere in dreamland.

“Aish, I told her to get some rest,” your girlfriend whispered to herself before she walked to where you slept.

Picking up your stuff, making sure not to mess up anything, then she went to your room to get a spare blanket and some pillows, because there was no way that she could carry you up those stairs.

She laid down the blanket and set up the pillows before rolling you carefully into a comfortable position. Making sure to call her leader before she joined you, opting to stay with you for now to make sure you would take care of yourself.

Hitomi

“Didn’t I tell you to rest?” You snapped your head up to your girlfriend as you smiled at her,

“Just one more, Tomi, I promise I’ll finish this then I’ll rest,” you reasoned but she wasn’t having any of it.

“You said that half an hour ago, so no more excuses, you’re sleeping and that’s it” you couldn’t argue with her.

Though she was often cutesy and baby-ish around you she was also demanding sometimes when it comes to your health. She wants you to be healthy because it would hurt her heart too much if she saw you sick.

It was mostly because of your soft spot that you weren’t able to refuse her but she had a point.

“I’ll help you tomorrow with your work, just please get at least a few hours of rest, if you want I’ll come back so we could sleep together” she said earning a nod from you before she gave you a peck on the lips leaving the room to tidy up outside, but when she came back to the room you were already asleep.

A giggle pulling out of her before she joined you, wrapping her arms around your body and caressing your hair, happy that you finally got the sleep you needed.

Yuri

Everybody knows Yuri is a cuddler. Oftentimes it was her greatest strength or her weakness. It was powerful because at times she could use it to her advantage, getting what she wanted easily, and adding puppy eyes as well as a pout seemed to be in her favor.

But sometimes she was getting too sad not being able to cuddle you, so when she got back you were forced to be trapped in her arms until she decided it was enough to let you go.

Both were pretty much a disadvantage to you but you loved her anyway. But unfortunately this was one of the times where she used it to her advantage.

She’s seen you work, for 12 hours straight to be specific, and she had told you. Multiple times to get some rest but every time you would reply a ‘yes’ but still have yet to leave your place.

So she sighed and made a decision. Quietly she tiptoed to your place making sure you didn’t hear her until she suddenly jumped in between your legs.

Resting her back against your front. You complained and told her to move but she made up an excuse and told you to rest your head on her shoulder.

Unfortunately for you it was comfortable, too comfortable, where Yuri started to smile when she constantly heard you yawn.

Added to the fact that she started to play with your hair made you sleepier until half an hour in she felt you sigh against her neck.

With a victorious smile she stood up and prepared a makeshift bed laying you down before cuddling with you.

Though it was a disadvantage for you, it proved to be useful at times you didn’t think it would be.

Yujin

Yujin understood how tough it is to balance school while being an idol. Oftentimes she’s gotten lucky because she didn’t have much work.

But with you being a year higher it was a much more different case. She tried to help you, seeing that you were nearly crying at the number of work you had to do.

But there was only so much she could do being a year below.

She didn’t know but it meant so much to you, seeing how she tries to understand your papers while having her own work to do.

It warmed our heart endlessly, so when the night was high in the moon and you were already passed out, It made her giggle every time she saw your head bobbing in the corner of her eye, seeing you fight your sleepiness until sometime later it finally won and dragged you to dreamland.

While Yujin stayed awake trying to understand a particular lesson of yours, sometimes looking at your peaceful face in awe at how much you still kept going with this kind of life

Wonyoung

Like Yujin, Wonyoung found you to be the role model in her life. Seeing you work so hard in balancing two completely different things in your life made her want to do the same.

To her you were the perfect kind of person, though you told her it was the determination to graduate and prove the haters wrong that you did deserve to graduate and be an idol at the same time.

But that only made her look up to you even more. Of course she knew that you made mistakes too, so when she often sees you struggling she would try her best to help, because while she did look up to you as a student she was also your friend who cared about you a lot.

She was the person to remind you to not work that hard and remember to take breaks.

Though there were times where she listened she still knew that you are a very stubborn girl which was the one thing she hated about you.

You often used her words of being a role model as an excuse but she was quick to shut you down, claiming that sleeping late and not eating healthy is a bad example.

So when one day she saw you passed out against the dining table she sighed and went to wake you quietly before moving you to bed.

When you laid on the soft mattress your body relaxed, putting you to sleep instantly making her laugh and admire your sleeping face, a soft smile spreading through her face before she moved to the living room to clean up before joining you in your sleep.

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⚬ pairing: junhui x reader ⚬ word count: 8125 ⚬ warnings: none! ⚬ genres: secret relationship, some slice of life uni moments, FLUFF, very light angst, spice, roommates!wonhui.

✧✎ synopsis: you’re friends with junhui - but also, not really. it’s friends and a little bit more than that. it’s difficult keeping your relationship a secret, especially when you’ve never loved someone the way you love him.

✧✎ a/n: NOBODY MOVE! I WROTE A JUN BDAY FIC ;_; this is really just me projecting all my years of love onto a word doc. enjoy!!

It was midnight, and the apartment was dark, unmoving. No one had bothered to clean the blue cereal bowl left in the sink and there remained bread crumbs on the countertop from lunch. As you flicked through the strange glimpses of late-night television, yawning in an outrageous width, there was a hunger pang, accompanied by an immediate craving for some sort of sweet candy.

So, you did what seemed best: fit into your sneakers and a windbreaker and push open the door to Jun’s bedroom while he was curled up on his side watching his drama. Wonwoo would usually be occupying the adjacent bed, though he had stayed over at Joshua’s dorm to study for his next history summative. Yet he’d left his beat-up, decaying textbook on his pillow.

“Put on your slippers or something, we’re going to the convenience store.”

Jun didn’t say anything, rather he continued holding out his phone, the bedsheets pulled taunt to his nose. Looking at Jun’s desk that sat next to the door, you picked up the rubber band ball he’d been adding to since his twelfth-grade year and threw it at his shoulder.

“Ow!” He squeaked dramatically. His head then poked over his shoulder as he attempted to see where the ball rolled off to.

“Put on your slippers,” you reiterated, “I want strawberry tangs.”

Without much effort, Jun quickly gave up looking for the elastic ball and returned to watching his drama, establishing his comfort while somehow still persisting to ignore you. He was very much so a homebody, and if it weren’t for you guiding him out the apartment like a grandchild taking their elderly for an afternoon walk, then he might’ve never left his bedroom apart from his class schedule. Yet, you knew exactly how to persuade him, weaken his heart that was already soft and golden.

An immediate whine rumbled in his throat when you jumped on the bed, pulling at him until he finally rolled onto his back, at last pressing pause on his phone. You tossed a thigh over each side of his silhouette and gripped the boy’s wide shoulders, gazing unflinchingly past his black fringe and into those big, glistening eyes.

“Come with me to the store,” you weren’t sure if you were offering or demanding, “please?”

“I-Isn’t it a little late for that?” Jun stumbled through his laughter. “Why do you need me?”

It was a surface-level question really, but nonetheless, your heart still skipped a beat. In only a second or more the silence was bearing down too heavily and it felt like your heart was a book with all its pages out. Jun’s eyes were twinkling as he blinked up at you.

“Walking around alone at night? Hello? Do you have no concern for me?” Came your joking counter.

He tossed his head back, the black fringe bouncing from his lashes. His capitulating yelp of, “fine, fine, I’ll come” was satisfactory enough for you to remove yourself from the boy’s tiny waist, where you stepped on the floor and nearly sprained your ankle due to that dumb, elastic ball. At least you found it. While you returned the toy to his desk, Jun quickly threw a worn jean jacket over his black long sleeve and didn’t bother bending down to fix his sneakers, his heels jutting out the back.

At the convenience store, the only shoppers were you, Junhui, and this lady wearing a huge pair of sunglasses, though you figured she was far from the strangest of the midnight stragglers.

It was rather quiet, even with the fluorescent lights buzzing and the battery-powered fan keeping the cashier cool at the register. You grabbed the first package of strawberry tangs while Jun sorted through the other flavours very meticulously.

“What about blue raspberry?” He said. “You don’t want that?”

“I don’t know, I just really have a craving for strawberry.”

Jun detached a bright green package from the rack. “Sour apple? What about that?”

“Not tasty at all. Pass.”

He grabbed another package and quirked his eyebrow. “Sweet cherry? Come on. That sounds good.”

You lightly hit his arm with the strawberry candy, your laughter echoing over the shelves, “I just want strawberry! If you think the sweet cherry sounds good then you buy it!”

But Jun just shook the black fringe from his playful gaze, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Tangy zangys are the bottom tier of gummy candy. No way.”

“So shut up then.” The words were harsh, yet your smile was no more menacing than a butterfly.

Since it would be impossible for Jun to leave the store without stocking his snack collection, you shopped for longer than expected, filling a basket with spicy chips and hard candies and a few chocolate bars. Heading home down the nighttime street, beneath the moonlight, the infinite expanse of a blackness that felt like a cocoon, you had already ripped open your strawberry tangs while Jun tore the corner off a tiny pouch of bubblegum poprocks.

They crackled loudly on his tongue, in which he made sure to hover in close proximity to your ear, ensuring you could detect every small fizzle. Each time it warranted you to shove him away, muttering a cheap laugh about how it wasn’t required that he lean in so generously, though you couldn’t evade that one nervous thought ticking at the back of your head: you wanted to kiss him, wrap your palm around Jun’s neck and taste the electric bubblegum from his heart-shaped mouth.

“Aren’t you glad you came with me?” You asked, suckling the sugar off a red candy strip.

Jun swallowed his poprocks. “I guess you can word it like that.”

Standing at the living room fish tank, you opened the tab to the flake box and shook the food into the water, your pink guppy who you had so fittingly named, Princess Pebble, swimming toward the surface in order to nip at the flakes. Wonwoo observed you from his seat at the kitchen table, dragging his spoon through the remainder of his cereal, scooping out the last soggy pieces.

“I feel good about it,” Wonwoo hummed, referring to the history test he wrote yesterday, “I think I might’ve left out some information on the essay question.”

You closed the fish flakes and returned to the table, where you left your cup of tea.

“Eh, who cares,” you mumbled behind the rim, “you’re gonna get like a ninety-five anyways.”

The boy shrugged, pressing a fingertip to his glasses, moving them higher up his nose. He had always been diligent with his studying, though he often left the apartment to write notes at the library or a classmate’s dorm. It was difficult to accomplish much when Junhui would distract him, and rather than reading his textbook, Wonwoo would always end up playing computer games with the latter.

“Did you hear Jun come home last night?” You asked, gulping the rest of your tea.

Wonwoo set his bowl into the sink and filled it with water, smiling. It irked you somehow. You were only curious about whether or not he heard Jun return from his dance practice.

Joining him at the sink to clean your mug, you bumped his elbow. “What’s so cute over here?”

“Nothing,” he hummed dismissively, “I heard him crawl into bed, that’s pretty much it.”

“And that’s funny or something?”

“You ask about him quite frequently.” Wonwoo turned to you with a suspecting glance, one that made you subtly desire to dump a cup of water over his head. “You know that, right?”

The morning air was cool, yet your face felt immensely heated, almost prickling.

“I ask because we’re fri—”

“Friends. Yeah, yeah.” Wonwoo huffed, the omniscient smile creeping back toward his mouth, to which you could do nothing apart from gawk at your roommate despite his reiteration of a musing that wasn’t at all unfamiliar. “I’ve always loved you for your innate sense of comedy. It’s priceless.”

It’s what everyone assumed anyways. You and Jun fought tooth and nail to articulate your friendship, to paint with the colours that would lead everyone to believe it was true. Most often your explanations worked, yet there remained some who were particularly stubborn. Wonwoo was an evident case. But he was too close, too eagle-eyed, and he saw that you and Jun behaved in a manner completely beyond friendship. Despite the likewise feelings, something unbeknownst kept you apart.

“I know exactly what that means, idiot!” Echoed your shout as Wonwoo disappeared down the corridor, hoping to take refuge in his bedroom.

“I’m glad!” The depth of his voice reverberated into the kitchen, and you heard his door quickly shut.

No less than a few seconds later did Junhui reveal himself from around the corner, clean and freshened up after a steamy shower, one he desperately needed upon immediately passing out, sweat-soaked and exhausted in his bed the night before. Soonyoung definitely hadn’t taught their lesson with any degree of ease. Pretending you weren’t just quipping at Wonwoo, you smiled.

“Were you two fighting?” Jun asked, pulling out a frying pan from the cupboard. He usually whipped together an omelette for breakfast.

“No, not at all. We never fight, remember?”

Jun scoffed while opening the fridge, removing an egg carton and a plastic wrapping filled with vegetables. Still hungry, you started peeling open a tangerine from the fruit basket and stood next to him as he organized the produce onto a cutting board. Ever so faintly, you could smell the crisp scent to his aftershave. It was peculiar how a bit of foam could render your chest that cottony.

“In fact, when’s the last time you even remember an argument Wonwoo and I had?” You prodded.

“Two days ago,” Jun laughed, “when Wonwoo wanted to watch that exploration documentary on King Tut, but you changed the channel so you could finish the last season of Home Makeover.”

Pressing his rose lips together, Junhui casted you an innocent glance. “So there’s that.”

Separating a small slice of tangerine, you gently pushed the clove into the boy’s mouth. He smiled softly as he began to chew. With the gentle tang of citrus in the air, you set a hand on Jun’s shoulder and buried your face against his warm neck, whispering, “yeah, and it was definitely worth it.”

Quite frankly, neither you, Jun, Wonwoo, or Joshua were fairing optimally at the library. While Wonwoo sat on the opposite side of the table helping Joshua organize his economics presentation, you were neglecting your biology packet, instead choosing to sketch a tiny Princess Pebble in the paper’s upper corner. Jun had been tasked with reviewing his latest theatre script, yet he hadn’t even flicked through it. He was intrigued by one of the numerous mangas he’d saved to his phone.

“Take the last point off here,” Wonwoo said, peering over Joshua’s shoulder at his laptop, “there’s too much text, and this isn’t a major branch of your topic anyways.”

Joshua sighed as he made a few clicks on his keyboard. “Dude, I don’t think I can edit another word. This class is so boring.”

“Mr. Canning is just a boring professor,” Wonwoo sympathized, “it would be best if it were someone who weren’t so… dry. I guess is the right word.”

Slumping back in his chair, Joshua huffed, “he’s like a human chalk stick.”

Desperate to discuss something that wasn’t related to his lacklustre econ class, Joshua spared a glance at Jun’s unopened script. “Shouldn’t you be learning that?” He asked.

Jun didn’t look away from the phone in his lap. “I can’t do it here.”

“That means he’s going to open it for the first time at one in the morning, the day of his performance.” You chuckled, outlining the sketch of your guppy using Wonwoo’s pink gel pen.

Harshly, Jun’s hand smacked your knee under the table and you couldn’t help but laugh, garnering an over-the-shoulder glare from a student in the corner who’d been trying to focus on their colossal textbook. Wonwoo smiled at them apologetically while Joshua feigned as though he were typing something on his laptop. However, Jun’s hand didn’t leave your knee, and your laughter became an immediate drought, to which the sole thing you could feel was his palm creeping higher up your leg.

Attempting to be subtle, you turned your head slightly and looked at the boy with a bit of a warning expression, though Jun simply continued to scroll through his manga.

“I’m going to check the world history section,” Wonwoo announced, rising from the table, “anyone want to come with?”

Joshua pushed out his chair. “I’ll come just so I don’t have to stare at this shitty powerpoint.”

As soon as the boys walked beyond earshot, you pinched the edge of Jun’s ear. He finally tossed his phone onto the table, though he didn’t exactly appear compassionate, rather he was smirking, for he knew if you truly didn’t want his hand touching your leg then you would have bumped it away.

“You can’t do that.” Nonetheless, there surmounted a need to establish some insignificant boundary, one that neither of you were going to follow through. “Not when they’re so close.”

“But they didn’t see.” Jun replied, squeezing your inner thigh. “It shouldn’t matter.”

“It does. What if Joshua saw?” At that point, Wonwoo was fairly conditioned to your lingering fingertips, grazes and stares. He usually pretended not to notice them. However, Joshua was a risk.

Jun shrugged. “I don’t know. Don’t you worry too much? I always touch your leg.”

That was the problem. People trying to convince other people that their relationship was wholly platonic didn’t linger in such an intimate way. They didn’t creep fingertips up the other’s inner thigh beneath a tablecloth, or possess a gaze that traced the other’s lips like a delectable piece of candy when they spoke. There shouldn’t be any whispers pressed quickly against the other’s ear when no one else was looking, or the dire urge to climb into the other’s lap when their legs were wide open.

Both of you were afraid. Neither of you wanted to break the question that would thrust your relationship into the light. You kept waiting for the right time, but it always seemed one step ahead.

The movie theatre was nearly empty as the longwinded credit screen continued rolling, the last few congregations throwing their soda cups and empty packages into the garbage on their way out. Still, the floor of practically every row had been scattered with butter popcorn or melted m&m’s, shiny chocolate wrappers left crinkled in the recliners like the employees were supposed to take them home as gifts. Wonwoo put his hands on the back of his head, examining the disastrous rows.

You sensed he was feeling rather lucky about not being scheduled that night. Jun forced himself from the recliner and picked up his cup of fruit punch, jammed with way too many ice cubes.

If no one else was going to comment, you might as well. “That wasn’t the worst.”

“Agreed.” Wonwoo said, pushing up his glasses. “The murderer’s ploy was difficult to follow at times. I started getting confused when he left his car in the woods.”

“What?” Jun gawked. “That’s when you got confused? I didn’t even know what was happening after the first half hour.” His eyes gleamed in astonishment.

“Same.” You admitted. “I guess you’ll have to explain in the car.”

Reaching into the cupholder, you pulled out the package of strawberry tangs with nothing but a tiny amount of the powder-like sugar left inside.

“Thank you for picking up your trash,” Wonwoo sighed, taking the lead down the stairway while the credit music still played, “I’d hate to be working tonight.”

The wide corridor was completely vacant by the time you exited the theatre. Ever so slightly you could hear the galactic sound effects from the arcade machines. That buttery scent of popcorn seemed to waft no matter where you stood in the cinema. Wonwoo announced that he was going to check the concession counter to see who was on cash, but assured he would meet you and Jun at the back exit. Jun hurriedly downed his fruit punch in a large gulp before you emerged into the night.

You were confined to the small overhang by the doorway, for a hard rain was pelting against the concrete and turned the night air considerably cooler. Not one of you had checked the forecast beforehand, and you would undoubtedly get drenched straight through to the flesh in your thin long-sleeve.

“How are we going to make it to the car?” You groaned.

Pulling up his hood, Jun only laughed. “Now is a good time to be able to teleport.” He then stuck out his hand for a moment, the raindrops hitting his palm.

“Does it feel like bullets?”

“No. It feels kind of nice actually.” He remarked.

Curious, you rolled up your sleeve and extended your arm into the downpour. Jun was right, it felt satisfactory as each of the brisk droplets splashed your skin. However, you prematurely discovered the rain wasn’t so appealing when Jun suddenly shoved you from beneath the overhang.

“Hey— what the hell?!” You squealed upon the immediate repercussions, the cold water already leaking through your top while Junhui slapped his thigh, cackling.

Wanting to erase that luminous grin of his, you attempted wrestling the lanky boy into the weather, but no more than a few harmless drops skimmed his shoulder. Yet, with another brute shove, Jun stumbled, feeling the silver needles of rain pour down from the night sky and swirl at his dampening sneakers. He was laughing as he grabbed your wrist, pulling you hard against his chest before you were even cognisant that an immense wetness was soaking through your every article.

You wished it had been indignance drumming in your heart rather than affection, because it was taking every single fibre of your being not to kiss him. As the droplets beaded down his skin, he was like a springtime flower caught in the morning dew, and when he carded back the wet, black hairs plastered to his forehead, you thought it was possible to fall into him and never feel that concrete scrape your knees. Gently, his hand touched the small of your wet back, his breaths deepening.

He urged you in tighter as his tongue ran along his bottom lip, tasting the rain.

You were shivering, frigid, though your blood was far too warm to let yourself take note. Instead, you moved your head closer, closer, Jun’s cold palm cupping your cheek and your eyes fluttering shut and your soft mouths just brushing together— until Wonwoo appeared from inside.

Instantly, you two pushed away from each other. With his eyes widening, Wonwoo stuttered.

“I-I’m… I’m going to pretend as best I can that something weird didn’t almost happen.” He stated, swallowing thickly. “Just… Why did you two have to get soaked? You’re sitting in my car, y’know!”

At last, you felt that icy shiver trickle down your spine.

“S-Sorry.” You hummed, teeth chattering.

“I guess it’s fine,” Wonwoo sighed, “I have some towels under the passenger’s seat.”

Not long after returning to the apartment, Wonwoo gathered his laptop and slipped into his pyjamas. He proceeded to flop onto the couch to edit his research paper, though it didn’t take much for his eyelids to start weighing down, his dense paragraphs blurring together on the screen. More often than not you would take advantage of Wonwoo’s midnight crashes in the living room.

After exchanging your damp, terribly cold clothes for a warm t-shirt and sweatpants, you found yourself cozied beneath Jun’s comforter for the umpteenth night. The boy’s head rested against the crook of your neck, where his slow breaths were cool to your skin, though they occasionally became heavier when your fingertips stroked at his smooth hair. He was much like a kitten who loved a thorough scratch behind the ears. You swore that he purred whenever you rubbed the right spot.

Holding out his phone, he’d been finishing an episode of his drama before bed. You tucked some of the black locks behind his ear, noting how much it’d grown over the months. Then your gaze wandered over every detail that shaped his face, as though he were a textured oil painting.

His eyes were always glimmering, seemingly innocent and curious, yet you knew just how much that earthly shade could darken when he fell into his professions. When Jun acted on stage, his gaze lost its untainted nature. It moulded into the role of the sinister characters he preferred playing. When he danced in blazing lights, those eyes were sharp enough to consume, to cut, almost like a razorblade.

But then you studied his lips, his heart-shaped cupid’s bow, the small constellation of moles that dotted his skin like kisses from past soulmates. You thought back to the mist and the rain, his hand resting against the small of your back, how close you were to tasting the flavourful, fruity mix of his drink. In fact, you wondered why you didn’t just kiss Junhui whenever you wanted. What was stopping you, in that moment, from turning his head toward you so that your lips could press to his?

Suddenly, the boy laughed at his phone screen, to which you felt the brassy reverberation erupt in his chest, his eyes glinting and his mouth stretched into a box-like smile. You pulled a few strands of hair from his forehead as he seemed to be glowing, his cheeks rosy.

Jun mewled in surprise when your fingers threaded rather tight through his black locks, feeling you tilt his head up until his gaze was burning into yours.

You didn’t hesitate. Leaning forward, you kissed him sweet and slow.

Jun’s eyes fluttered as the pressure warmed his mouth, a small whine getting caught in his throat upon the gentle sting of your hand tugging at his tresses, his scalp tingling. His phone sunk into the bedsheets, and instead he was gripping your t-shirt, moving his head with yours as the kiss deepened. He tasted like mint, and his small whines were silky.

How on earth could you have ever shied from kissing him when it felt so relieving? Nothing else held any significance to you apart from making his pretty lips shine.

However, you needed to catch your breath. Releasing the firm grasp on his hair, you detached your mouth from his, your chest rising and falling in great lengths. The boy’s eyes couldn’t be more glazed, his lips shimmering, flushed garnet and slightly swollen. Neither of you uttered a word. The blankets fell from Jun’s shoulders as he straddled your waist eagerly. Again, his mouth slotted with yours, and your hands slid up his caramel thighs, imprinting his flesh with the curve of your fingernails.

If you kept quiet enough, then perhaps Wonwoo would remain asleep until morning.

Standing amongst the crowd in the cramped performance hall, it was inevitable that you would get bumped around like a tiny, flying pinball. After rutting into Wonwoo’s shoulder for the third time, he seemed dauntingly close to losing his indolence and snapping, though he realized it wasn’t your fault that others were pushing toward the front of the stage and bit his tongue.  

It became tradition for Soonyoung and his students to rent the downtown performance hall and host a fundraiser. The event typically lasted a few hours, with a few short interludes where the dancers would retreat backstage to catch their breath. Being Jun’s roommate, you and Wonwoo were always granted access into the small dressing room, and though you never admitted it, you loved experiencing that small flash of pride whenever the moonstruck audience watched you slip away.

The next interlude was closing in. Despite the different dancers on stage, you really, truthfully, only watched Jun. Each time he captured the centre position, you couldn’t help but cup your hands around your mouth, being one of the first to cheer overtop the deafening music as he moved so fluidly, with poise. He was a completely different person when he performed. Somehow, his tender-hearted nature would peel back and he’d emerge a domineering beacon.

As soon as the stage ended, an uproar rippled from the audience and resonated deep in your ears, to which you couldn’t help but slightly bury your head against Wonwoo’s shoulder to muffle the cacophony. Nonetheless, you were clapping, smiling, staring fondly as Jun grabbed his collar and fluffed it out, welcoming a slight gust of humid air. His skin was dewy with sweat, and yet he glowed beautifully, even when he was breathing so heavily through his nose.

Soonyoung was speaking into his microphone, but you missed half his speech, and before you knew it you were being dragged by Wonwoo through the crowd toward the backstage entrance. The room was at least big enough to accommodate the dancers. Jun was in the corner, gulping down his water.

“Only three more songs,” Wonwoo smiled, “you guys really stepped the level up this year.”

It took a moment before Jun replied, the column of his neck glittering as he completely crushed the plastic bottle in his hands.

“Yeah,” he burst out, “I’m freaking dying.”

“It’s for a good cause at least.” Wonwoo reasoned, ignoring how you stepped on his foot.

After Jun rolled his eyes, he was staring at you.

The air grew much too thick, and you had to clear your throat. “S-Seriously, you’ve improved so much. I can’t believe it.”

“Thanks,” Jun replied, scratching his nape, “it’s nothing special, really.”

“Uh? Nothing special?” Wonwoo quirked an eyebrow. “Didn’t Soonyoung say you’re one of the best in the class?”

When Jun innocently flitted his gaze toward a distant spot and pressed his lips together, Wonwoo merely huffed, announcing he was going to the lobby for a drink of water. You watched him wind between the busy dancers, either wiping down their sweat or fanning themselves, until he disappeared out the door. When you faced Jun again, you looped your fingers through the satin collar of his stage outfit and kissed him quickly, knowing everyone was too occupied to take note.

He squeaked, “what happened to being careful?”

“This is your fault.” You eagerly pinned it on him. “Try being less hot.”

“That’s horrible advice. And also not possible. Which makes it worse than horrible.”

You weren’t sure whether or not you wanted to feel his mouth again or whack the side of his head with his deflated water bottle. Opting for latter, you stole another kiss, though you tensed in surprise when Jun wrapped his arm around your waist to secure your body firm against his. Hastily, you pushed at his toned stomach, your heart drilling manically as you looked over your shoulder toward the dancers. It didn’t appear as though anyone had seen and you breathed out in relief.

Suddenly, Soonyoung poked his head through the doorway.

“Ten minutes!” He shouted before disappearing.

Jun was staring at you with the most ingenious twinkle.

“That was your fault.” He purred, tapping your thigh with his water bottle. “Try being less hot.”

You did feel a small sliver of guilt. After all, Wonwoo had been waiting back at the apartment for approximately an hour, twiddling his thumbs, wondering why you and Jun required so much goddamn time just to buy some hot fudge sundaes. The molten taste of the chocolate, the vanilla ice cream, cold and sweet, was completely stolen from your lips by the boy whose lap you were occupying. Wonwoo’s sundae sat on the dashboard, dripping slowly beneath the evening sunlight.

And yet, that infinitesimal sliver was plucked straight out when Jun latched onto a sensitive patch of your neck, softly digging in his teeth and swirling his tongue. Your fingers sheathed through the black hair and pulled up at the roots, knowing how much pleasure he took from the dull sting. Button by button, Jun started to simultaneously open your shirt, to which you questioned if this was really happening, if you were really going to sort of out the complications of intercourse in his car.

The device abandoned in the passenger’s seat buzzed. You already knew the name to the text. As Jun kissed his way down to your collarbone, licking and suckling, you reached for your phone, feeling it buzz again with another impatient text. The guilt from earlier began to resurface.

[ wonwoo | 7:49pm ] This is suspicious now. WHERE ARE YOU? >:(

[ wonwoo | 7:49pm ] Actually screw that. WHERE IS MY HOT FUDGE SUNDAE?

The screen blipped with yet another message.

[ wonwoo | 7:49pm ] I know you’re reading these… Answer me or I won’t feed Princess Pebble!!

“J-Jun,” you piped up, hearing his low, husky mumble while he continued to mark your collarbone, “I think we need to go home now.”

The boy splayed a few more open-mouthed kisses against the skin before peeking up at you, his eyes wide and glimmering, lips flushed a deep magenta. With half the buttons of your shirt hanging open and your heart blazing, you had to snip the venereal longing in its bud.

“What’s wrong?” Jun hummed, pushing his fingers through the loops on your jeans. “Who’s texting?”

“Wonwoo. He’s been waiting for almost an hour, and his sundae is gonna be a puddle at this rate.”

He blinked a bit cluelessly, though still in musing. “There’s no way to be quick about this, is there?”

Rebuttoning your shirt, you shook your head and laughed. “Let’s wait before we ruin the car. I’m sure there’ll be a better time in the future.”

Jun nodded in agreement and relaxed back into the seat, a ray of sunshine that bled golden slanting through the windshield. Somehow, Wonwoo’s sundae wasn’t a complete pool sitting in the plastic cup, but that didn’t negate the fact he was still going to start his theory on responsibility and trust the moment you stepped onto the welcome mat. As you finished clasping the last buttons, something had caught Jun’s eye out the window, for he immediately panicked and tightly gripped your waist.

“Oh my god, g-get off my lap,” he grunted, to which your head bumped against the ceiling during the hurried shuffle and your knee whacked the gearstick.

“Ow! Okay, I’m going! Jeez, could you not give me a warning?”

“No,” Jun remarked, looking quickly to the rear-view mirror to straighten out his hair, “it’s Jeonghan and Soonyoung. They just came out of the store.”

When you glanced out Jun’s window, you noted the duo making their way across the parking lot, some plastic bags filled with groceries hanging from Jeonghan’s hand while Soonyoung appeared to be texting someone. To both your dismay, Soonyoung immediately recognized Jun’s car. You watched as the blonde bumped Jeonghan’s shoulder, how they took a slight detour on their way over.

“We have to talk to them?” You whined. “Are you kidding? Lock your window.”

Jun’s brow pinched together. “How is that going to help? They already saw us so just relax.”

“You’re telling me to relax? You practically threw me off your la—”

“Shht,” Jun snapped as the two boys drew nearer, “just shhhhht okay?” And with an incredibly large gulp, he plastered a happy-go-lucky smile to his mouth and let the window slide open.

“Jun?” Soonyoung called, leaning down slightly to peer inside the vehicle. “What’re you doing out here, huh? Back from shoplifting?”

Jeonghan bent down too, grinning snidely. “You looked a little frazzled or something.”

“Me?” Jun pointed at himself. “No, I’m fine. Just – we have to leave. Wonwoo is waiting.”

“Wonwoo?” Jeonghan seemed excited. “I haven’t seen him in a while. Hey, tell him I’m still appreciative for writing my World History paper on the Persian Empire.”

You knew it was best to stay quiet, but you couldn’t help your slight choke. Wonwoo had come home one day saying that one of his classmates offered him seventy-five bucks if he’d write their history paper. He wasn’t going to oblige originally, but cracked after listening to his classmate type out their introduction in the library, that it was just so bad Wonwoo felt piteous and decided to pitch in.

Gaping at Jeonghan, you exclaimed, “that was you?”

“Yeah. I mean, I still dropped that class. And Wonwoo definitely thinks I’m a dumbass. But I didn’t have to do a spot of work, and now I’m getting smooth nineties in English. You just have to make up some shit and do a couple fancy indents and you’re set.”

Jeonghan paused, then leaned in a little further to look you up and down. “Y’know, I’ve never seen you before. How easily do you give out your numbe—”

“We really have to go,” Jun interrupted, already clicking the button to roll up the window, “see you at practice, Soonyoung. Bye Jeonghan!”

The two boys didn’t really have any other option apart from stepping back, allowing Jun to exit the parking space and turn onto the road. Not that it would help much, you turned on the air conditioning until it felt like the wind was pure ice, hoping that you’d be able to preserve Wonwoo’s melting fudge sundae. You made sure to text him on your whereabouts, that you were heading home, and churned up a white lie about how you ran into Jun’s friends who held a persistent conversation.

It wasn’t entirely false. And yet, Wonwoo still managed to see through it.

[ wonwoo | 7:54 pm ]: Just say you were making out.

[ wonwoo | 7:54 pm ]: Btw, I fed Princess Pebble.

[ wonwoo | 7:54 pm ]: I’m not a sinner. Unlike you guys.

Later that evening, after delivering Wonwoo his melted cup of chocolate ice cream, after Jun quickly threw some extra clothes into his backpack and ran to his late-night dance practice, you were standing at the fish tank with some new plants you bought for your guppy. As the bright lights of the tank reflected across your face, there was a strange feeling inside you. It seemed like turbulence, confusion, your heart experiencing one sentiment but your brain thinking another.

You hadn’t realized you were absently standing there until Wonwoo came into the dark living room, holding a crumpled tube of toothpaste and his toothbrush. Watching the pink fish swim in between her new seaweed arrangement, he asked you if there was an extra tube stored in your bedroom.

“Don’t think so. Text Jun and ask him to stop at the store when his practice ends.”

“I’ll do that…” Wonwoo sighed. “Hey, you know I already fed Princess Pebble?”

He accompanied you at the tank. For some reason, you refused to look at Wonwoo. You felt unusually vulnerable, like a fragile shell that could be cracked open even by the gentlest hands, and the more you thought into your emotions, the harder your heart started pounding.

“I-I know,” you smiled weakly, “but I got her some new plants today. I just put them in.”

Wonwoo could always tell when something was off-kilter. You almost hated how sharp his senses were, that he was able to detect with such accuracy how you were being eaten up inside. Softly, he touched your shoulder, urged you to turn toward him so he could see the honest colour in your eyes.

“What’s wrong?” He frowned, pushing up the bridge of his glasses.

You felt terrified, but there was no sense in pretending.

“How do I tell Jun that I’m in love with him? That I don’t want us to be a secret anymore?”

It was a weighted question, and you knew that. But it was also the truth. As much as it could be invigorating to maintain a secret relationship, you were beginning to feel the brittle side effects that came with keeping such love behind closed doors. You didn’t want Jun to push you from his lap just because his friends might’ve seen you, nor did you want to keep an eye out for whether or not you should knock his hand off your thigh in public. The secrecy had been fun, but it wasn’t enough.

Scratching the blue collar of his shirt, Wonwoo appeared uncertain.

“I’m not sure, honestly. I just think you shouldn’t repress this. You need to be upfront.”

“How?” It sounded like a desperate plead. “I don’t know how, Wonwoo.”

“Stop overthinking it,” the boy advised, grabbing onto your shoulders and giving your frame a small, grounding shake, “you know Jun. You know he isn’t a rash person. You know if you tell him he’ll hear every word of it. It doesn’t take a genius to see you’re all he thinks about.”

Wonwoo  brushed at the side of your cheek with his thumb. “Don’t hurt yourself like this, okay? The next time you’re alone, just say how you feel. I promise it won’t be as bad as you’re hypothesizing.”

You inhaled a deep breath and nodded. Overthinking was a poison to you. It shouldn’t be that difficult to be honest, especially when you knew how attentive Jun was, the manner in which he always adapted himself to be of a comforting presence.

“Okay,” you attempted to draw together some confidence, “I’ll do that.”

“Good.” The boy grinned, still fiddling with his empty tube of toothpaste. “It really doesn’t bother me that you guys run around together. Just… please… never do anything weird in my bed.”

The next time you were alone with Jun, it was all but a desirable circumstance. Once you came home from work and heated up some leftover dinner in the microwave, you decided to feed Princess Pebble, though your jaw unhinged as you noticed something a little unorthodox about her tank: a pink blotch floating against the surface of the water. Immediately, the tears welted hot and stinging against your eyes. You had to use the small net to scoop your guppy out from the water.

Remarkably, Princess Pebble had lived a long life for a fish. You remembered walking with Jun to the pet store one summer afternoon, after you two finished your last day of eleventh grade and had just escaped a brutal chemistry exam. Rather than studying beforehand, you spent ample time researching different types of fish, and would often send Jun pictures asking him to choose which one he thought was cutest. Yet, at the end of it all, you chose a guppy with the prettiest pink scales.

“Don’t most people want a puppy? A kitten? And you choose a boring fish.”

Jun had teased, sounding awkward and a bit lisped through his braces.

Somehow, Princess Pebble had managed to live a five-year lifespan. Wonwoo told you most guppies live for two years, three years if the owner takes good care. Sitting at the kitchen table, you placed her body onto a piece of paper towel, the thick tears dripping down your cheeks while your sinuses grew wet and congested. You didn’t know if it was petulant to be your age, crying over a pet fish. In fact, you didn’t even possess the heart to rise from the table and discard her body.

It wasn’t much longer until Jun returned home after his theatre class, to which you heard his key rattling in the lock. Wonwoo was scheduled for a shift at the cinema, most likely handing out overpriced popcorn and chocolate and having to reject every person who asked for his number.

“Hey,” he called, shouldering off his backpack, “Wonwoo texted me. That weird thriller we were looking at is playing next week. We should—,”

Jun paused the moment he heard your runny sniffling. He didn’t realize that your fish was sitting on the paper towel until he took a few steps closer. You felt embarrassed Jun had to see you like this. If you were crying, it had always been over something with a little more gravity, like the time you were distraught about flunking your laboratory practical, and Wonwoo couldn’t persuade you to open your bedroom door no matter how frequently he stood outside, pleading.

Plucking at the collar of your shirt, you used the fabric to clear away the tears. Without a word, Jun grabbed another chair from the dining table and pulled it next to you, scooting in close. As soon as you felt his arm drape around your shoulders, it was like someone had pulled the plug on a bathtub filled with water, to which you pressed your face against his neck and sobbed harder.

“I’m so sorry.” Jun whispered, hugging you tight to his comfortable chest. “It’s okay to be upset. I know how much she meant to you.”

He drew soothing strokes down the back of your head, and he sat with you until those wet pearls ran dry with salt. You knew it wasn’t wise to keep her body out in the air, that you would have to discard her somehow, yet the thought of having to flush her away seemed too cruel. Jun wiped the soft glisten from your cheeks with his sleeve, his fingers then tracing up and down the side of your face.

“I-I don’t want to flush her.” You blubbered.

The boy shook his head. “We won’t do that. We’ll find a good way to handle it.” His thumb brushed tenderly below the fragile skin of your eye for a moment, and he seemed to be in musing.

“Wait here.” He announced, suddenly running into his bedroom.

You could hear Jun shuffling through his closet, moving around clothing hangers and pushing aside boxes still filled with some of his old belongings from homelife in Shenzhen. When he remerged into the living room, he was holding a particular tissue box, one that you hadn’t seen since twelfth grade biology. You, Jun, and Wonwoo had painted and decorated the box as part of an optional project, to see if you could grow any plants from the packets of radish and tomato seeds your teacher had.

Nothing ever grew. Wonwoo claimed there had been some green sprouts when it was his turn to look after the makeshift garden, but that his cat snuck into his room and ate them all. Jun always kept a multitude of random things that dated back to your adolescence. As awkward and bumpy as those times were, seeing the tissue box reminded you that there had been precious moments too.

“Why do you still have that?” You laughed, even if your chest was aching.

“Because that was the first time us three did something together.” Jun said, returning to his seat beside you. “It was one of the first memories I made after moving away from home.”

You fondly looked at Jun while pulling the tissue box toward you, slathered in old, chipping acrylic paint and obnoxious, starry glitter.

Licking the dry salt off your lips, you smiled. “Princess Pebble would love this.”

“It can be her shrine. When Wonwoo comes home, we can find a good place to bury it.” Jun explained. “I know I called her boring five years ago, but I didn’t mean it. I loved her too.”

In the pensive silence, you thought back to your conversation with Wonwoo, recalling his firm grip on your shoulders as he reiterated the importance of freeing your heart, of not bogging yourself down with too many untold truths. Then, you glanced at Jun. You thought about that fluttering feeling when you kissed him, when you ran your fingers through his hair, listening to his deep-chested laughter whenever he gleefully buckled over into your lap after telling one of his hit-or-miss jokes.

The boy tensed slightly as you pulled him into a hug, though he quickly came to ease and warmth. You thanked him, because it just felt like the right thing to do for his compassion.

And then you told him something else.

“I love you.”

Without missing a heartbeat, he murmured against your hair, “I love you too.”

It was late, unreasonably late, the past-midnight late where the entire world falls still like an unperturbed pond. Downtown was completely hushed. Every so often the wind picked up, though it inevitably withered away in between the buildings and emerged a pitiful whistle onto the street. And yet, despite the fact you should be tucked in bed while the moon protected the silence in her silver hands, you were pushing outside the convenience shop with Jun close behind.

He took the end of a straw into his mouth and slurped at the sweet, cherry-flavoured slushie that was beginning to empty. Immediately, he crinkled his forehead and his face contorted.

“How many times have I said not to do that?” You laughed as he passed you the slippery cup.

“I don’t know. Three?” Jun replied with a grimace. “I can really feel it. Wait, I need a moment.”

You stopped next to the traffic post at the end of the street. Jun grabbed at his hair and squeezed like it was some miraculous remedy for curing a brain freeze. Directing the straw into your mouth, you sucked up the cherry syrup and crushed ice until you felt the distant ache thrum inside your head.

“Okay…” Jun concluded, brushing the long, black fringe from his eyes, “I’m good now.”

Thrusting the drink back into his hands, you couldn’t help but huff: “you’re such a baby.”

As though to prove your point, Jun started whining. “My head is so, so cold. It’s freezing.”

“So put this up or something.” You teased, reaching around the back of his neck to pull the boy’s hood over his head. Giggling slightly, you grinned at him as he shot you a questionable glance.

The streets remained quiet, and the sky was remarkably clear, no more than a few ragged and thin clouds drifting over the stars. The last time you had been on this corner, you were licking the strawberry sugar off your fingertips while Jun crumpled his last packet of popping candy. You remembered tracing the rose tint that warmed his lips, each fibre in your muscle twitching because you just wanted to wrap a hand through his locks and kiss him like he was your last breath.

You didn’t understand how you could love one person so much. Why love often fused itself into your bloodstream more than functionality. Your heart knew how to beat, yet it stumbled whenever you gazed at him. Your lungs knew how to filter the air, yet they closed up whenever you caught his eye. Your tongue knew how to articulate, yet it tied itself in a knot the moment he’d touch you.

“Hey,” you mumbled, patting his arm, “can I ask you something?”

Jun looked away from the stars, sipping at his drink again. He nodded.

The moon probably wanted to crush your heart in her hands for how loudly it was thumping.

“What if I told you that I want people to know we’re together? What would you say?”

Despite your anxiousness, you weren’t as afraid as you anticipated. Maybe it was because Jun didn’t immediately sour or attempt to disparage your sentiments. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking as he blinked at you, but it didn’t matter. When it was most important, Jun picked his words carefully.

“I’d tell you that I want the same thing,” he admitted, his tone deepening and the amber in his cheeks sparked with pink, “that I want people to know how I feel about you… That I’ve always been in love with you.”

You smiled wide, like a kid who just got their braces off. Unable to contain such a rapturous energy, you stepped in close to Jun and held onto his shoulders, dotting the corners of his mouth with small kisses before you pressed your lips against his. You felt him smirk, though it seemed too devious. Jun had suddenly wrapped his arms around your lower back, pushing you in chest-to-chest. You melted as he kissed you, your fingertips ghosting along the soft hairs at his nape, the moonlight on your skin.

When you arrived back at the apartment, you could hear a few of Wonwoo’s gentle snores echo from behind the bedroom door. Just before you slipped away into your own room, Jun left a goodnight kiss to the top of your head, his hand thoughtfully squeezing your hip.

“I-Isn’t it a little late for that?” Jun stumbled through his laughter. “Why do you need me?”

It was a surface-level question really, but nonetheless, your heart still skipped a beat. In only a second or more the silence was bearing down too heavily and it felt like your heart was a book with all its pages out. Jun’s eyes were twinkling as he blinked up at you.

You finally knew what you should have said.

“Because I love you.”

✧✎ a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY SWEET PRINCE!! never would i have imagined that someone who’s on the opposite side of the globe could mean so much to me ;_; mr. moon has been such a healing presence, and it’s bc of him that i have found so much happiness these past five years! whenever i see him smiling and laughing and have good ol times just being himself, all my worrisome thoughts somehow fade away and i feel only joy!! 

anyways, i don’t want to ramble for too long (i could really fill a page with my cloying sentiments r.i.p) but i hope this was a wholesome fic!! the stars aligned and for once i was able to write a fic for a member’s birthday :_) 

[ktheist]

muses. brother’s best friend / housemate / touchy!yoongi

min yoongi was everything you hated in a man. clingy, sleeps too much and sloth-y. if anyone had eyes, they’d know that you’re a clingy hug away from committing murder on campus.

“hey, pumpkin,” a dead weight snakes around your shoulders and a hand wraps around your wrist, directing the fry you’re about to pop into your mouth to his mouth.

“what the-” venom drips off your words.

“babe, i missed you!” jennie whines, wounding her arm around min yoongi’s friend, who happens to be her boyfriend.

in fact, your world going down a wayward spiral started with jennie’s secretive ‘i’m texting a boy, he’s kinda cute!’ to a full out ‘i’m dating kim taehyung!’ a month later. and with that, came the grueling begging of her trying to get you to agree to go to dinner as a ‘her friends meets his friends’ kind of thing.

you thought to put up with it once but for some reason, after a few hang outs too many, min yoongi has come to calling you a ridiculous nickname and putting his hands on you whenever he sees you.

“they’re so in love, aren’t they?” the boy next to you snickers while his free hand snakes down to your thigh.

“what do you think you’re doing?”

the whine that slips out of his mouth doesn’t bring you satisfaction even if you’re the one who opt for pinching his hand with all your might.

he looks at you, eyes looking like the midnight lake, sparkling with moonlight, “my hand slipped. did you have to pinch me that hard?”

“oh hey, lisa,” hoseok greets your blonde haired, doll-like friend, “we’re having a match with xxx university, you wanna join?”

at the mention of the long standing rival of your uni, lisa’s delicate features break into that of an angel of death, “the fuck? they have the nerve to fuck with us? that-”

“oh wow, she’s fired up, isn’t she?” yoongi chuckles, his breath fanning your cheek.

you still your hand from coming up to fan your face. why is it hot all of a sudden?

“yeah, her ex-best friend goes there and they’ve been competing against each other in dance ever since,” you say plainly, not realizing it’d spark a different kind of fire.

a loud smack echoes in the air as you look at the hand on the table and up at the owner of said hands, “we were never friends! let alone best friends!”

“o-oh yeah, my bad, you and your non-best friend’s been trying to take each other down since you both left high school,” you lean backwards to widen the distance between her hand and your face but consequentially, you end up leaning into min yoongi who gladly welcomes you into his arms, locking his hands together over your chest and trapping you in a hug.

“so, you guys gonna practice before the match?” yoongi’s ask is what makes her snap her head at the man happily munching on her meal after she had her attention averted to a certain non-best friend.

“hobi, we’re gonna practice till our limbs feel like falling off,” and with that, she drags the man away, his whines and begging to finish the (her) food falling on deaf ears.

for the briefest moment, things seem to have calmed down. that is, until you turn your head to the smiley boy clinging onto you like a koala.

“what? i saved you from lisa’s wrath.” he states, as if sensing your own wrath coming to surface if he doesn’t-

“get off me,” you order, glaring daggers at the boy.

“make me,” he smirks, the gummy smile now gone and for some reason, your heart’s beating too fast than your body can handle.

“seriously, what’s wrong with you? jimin’s right there, why can’t you go and cling onto him? at least he’s your friend. i barely even know you,” you sigh, feeling his arms loosening around you yet your chest is the one clenching as he drops his gaze.

“___, you’re breaking my heart,” he bumps his head to yours, those dark brown eyes glinting with a sort of deviousness that you know will do you no good if you hang around him any longer, “especially when we’ve kn-”

“my class is starting in ten.”

he doesn’t stop you when you stand up, his arms slipping away from your body like withered vines on stone wall.

that’s the last you see of min yoongi. well, until you’re walking out of the ecology club, fist smacking against that sore spot on your shoulder as you trail behind your club mates. the meeting about the outdoor event to raise awareness on carbon print ended a little later than you thought it would and by the end of it, everyone’s like a walking corpse.

“i thought you’d never come out,” a voice husks from behind you as your body freezes and your heart jumps to your throat.

“what the fuck, min yoongi?” you glare at the gummy smiley boy who doesn’t seem to bear an ounce of guilt for causing your soul to astral project into oblivion.

“did i scare you?” he chuckles, “don’t worry, johnny won’t get you as long as i’m here.”

“johnny?” you feel your eyebrows coming together in annoyance rather than confusion.

“you know, the ghost that’s living in the ecology club room,” he raises his eyebrows twice as if insinuating something.

you scoff.

“oh yoongi, you’re been waiting for ___?” jisoo waves from a few steps ahead, “you guys going back together?”

“no- wait-” you’re about to run after your friends when an arm wraps around your waist and pulls you to a warm body.

“yeah, drive safe guys!” the boy waves, smiling that stupid smile until the car’s out of sight.

placing one hand on his chest, you push him away from you until you’re at least three feet apart, “seriously, why’d you have to wait for me? i could’ve gone home on my own.”

“what do you mean why? because i wanted to see you sooner,” he grins, arms wrapping around your waist as he rests his chin on top of your head.

“w-what the hell,” you fumble with your words, turning away as your cheeks flare up with warmth, “let’s just go,” you say, holding onto yoongi’s pinky finger and dragging him with you.

you get home before 10 o’clock despite yoongi’s whining to take the longer route home along the river.

“oh, you’re back? whew, i was worried there for a sec,” seokjin’s voice rings throughout the house as he greets you from his room, “but i shouldn’t be since yoongi’s with you. it’s lucky you guys got into the same uni.”

“i could’ve gone home with my friends,” you say almost sulkily, glaring at the boy who’s walking towards his own room as if he’s ready to black out as soon as his head hits the pillow.

“yoongi, you’re not gonna have dinner?” seokjin asks.

“nah, i’ll sleep first.” and with that, the door of the room across from your brother’s clicks shut.

“he really needs to get his sleep schedule fixed,” the older man shakes his head whilst you place the plate of fried rice seokjin made into the microwave.

“let him be, he’s a grown man, he can take care of himself. you cooking for him is more than-” you can’t even finish your sentence when seokjin’s fast padded footsteps crosses the hallway and to the kitchen. hands shaking your body more than an earthquake could.

 “___, do you... do you really see yoongi as a man? are you guys dating?!” seokjin’s concerned gaze bores into yours, offering you no escape unless you answer him.

“no? i mean, he’s grown - we all grew up, seokjin, we’re in uni,” you say in a matter of factly. every once in awhile, seokjin gets a wake up call that-

“oh thank god,” he envelops you into a bear hug, “i thought my baby sister was interested in my best friend.”

well, guess that wake up call just got pushed back.

you suppose you get where seokjin’s coming from. just three little kids with mismatched ages growing up together in the same neighborhood. you climb trees together, scrape your knees falling off the swings and treat each other to health.

but it was seokjin who introduced you to yoongi. back then, whoever knew whoever first, got the first friend privilege. it was just some dumb rules the kids from the neighborhood came up with. and everyone wanted to be friends with min yoongi who had the chubbiest cheeks and the cutest smile. but seokjin always prided himself to be yoongi’s best friends and the latter never denied it. in a way, the two of them had a sort of bond that nobody could touch, let alone break.

something like brothers for life kind of thing.

because of that, min yoongi had always been your brother’s best friend. 

“___, you’re not asleep yet?” a voice rings from behind you where the hallway to your bedrooms lie.

“i’ve got some club stuff to settle,” you say, not away from your laptop as you sit on the spot between the couch and coffee table. an energy drink a few inches away.

“you’re always so busy,” tresses of soft hair tickles your cheek as a head leans on your shoulder, the warmth of another body making you all warm inside.

you sigh, a smile playing on your lips. at times like this, when min yoongi’s barely awake - there’s no way you can push him away, is there?

“you’re the one that has too much free time on your hand,” you say, shaking your head.

the sound of the tapping keyboard fills the otherwise silent room. you thought he’d fallen asleep with his head on your shoulder.

“...you...” he murmurs under his breath, “...i like you.”

your cheeks heat up, body instinctively recoiling from the body that’s leaned up against you as if - as if you’re just realizing that min yoongi is, in every sense of nature, a man.

a shirtless man, at that.

it wasn’t unusual to see him and your brother walking around shirtless since there’s not much to see. but you’ve always known yoongi’s not half bad, he’s got some underlying abs from those days of playing basketball in high school and he’s in the basketball team in uni.

so why are you getting all embarrassed seeing a shirtless min yoongi stare up at you like he’s waiting for you to say something that will make him or break him - now?

x

note. a little skit from my fried brain. hope yall enjoyed!

[ramblyimagines]

How a study date with ‘The Big 3’ would go!

With -> Nejire, Tamaki and Mirio!

Nejire Hado

Nejire loves going on little study dates with you!! She is very intelligent and interested in the work she’s given but her mind tends to wander so having you there to keep her on track is a huge help!!

She brings all kinds of snacks like gummy bears and mini cupcakes! She also plays ‘vending machine roulette’ where she puts a number in with her eyes closed so she gets a random soda from the machine!

She has a fun sticker book full of holographic unicorns, jellyfish, flamingos, all kinds of sparkly animals! She’ll put them on your notes or in your books when you’re not looking :)

‘Heeeyyyy! How do you pronounce this? Uh huh....Okay!... Wait can you say it again :(‘ She’s trying her best

Nejire has a whole arsenal of rainbow gel pens!! She’s more than happy to share so you guys can have fun, colorful notes!!

By the end of the study date you probably didn’t do much studying but it was totally worth it :)

Tamaki Amajiki

Tamaki actually wants to study!! He’s already a quiet guy but while you’ve got your homework out, he’s totally silent

But that doesn’t mean he isn’t paying attention to you! If he sees you getting side tracked he’ll slowly reach over to touch your hand ‘H-hey...put your phone away...You still have to finish that packet, no distractions’ then he’ll blush and let go

He will get distracted by you though lol he’ll watch what you write and make a face if you get something wrong. He’ll stay quiet in hopes that you’ll notice but if you don’t he’ll point it out for you. He just doesn’t want you to fail!! That’s all!!

Sometimes it gets chilly in the library you meet at so if you put your jacket or sweatshirt over his shoulders he’ll turn into a big ol blushing mess! He’ll drop what he’s doing and hide his face in his hands ‘...You didn’t have to do that...’

You gotta remind him to sit up straight lmao his posture is so BAD!! Poor guy :(

Once it’s time to go he’ll probably complain about not getting a whole lot of work done but then he’ll pull his phone out and ask when you’re free to study again together lmao

Mirio Togata

Mirio will actually make you study!! He’ll put your phone and his own in his bag so you’re not tempted to use it and he’ll offer to help with anything you need!

You’ll actually finish all of your work too. There’s no guarantee that it’s all correct but...it’s done!

Mirio doodles little heroes in the margins of his homework and colors them in with his one(1) yellow highlighter. Have you ever seen an all yellow Midnight? Or a yellow Gang Orca? Well now you have!

Mirio is a leg bouncer. He bounces his legs under the table which makes the whole thing shake! You can tell him over and over to knock it off and he’ll try! But he’s got so much energy that he just can’t sit totally still! So you’ll have to manage to write neatly while the table shakes

If you’re frustrated with an assignment he’ll cheer you up by phasing his face through your textbook or work packet just to make you laugh a little. And he does look pretty funny like that :)

Afterwards, he’ll walk you home and talk nonstop the entire way since he had to be quiet in the library. He’ll hold your hand too and get ink stains from his hands on yours. Oh well!