#things about myself. i'm afraid of waking up one day n regretting what i love. i'm afraid of.. this society making me hate myself

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I have a Locklyle comfort fic request! Since Mother’s Day is coming up, I would love to see a fic about Lucy and Lockwood finding comfort in each other while George is out visiting his mom. Even though their situations are different, they both don’t really want to acknowledge the day and there may be some feels on the day in general. Maybe they even end up cuddling on the couch in silence just appreciating that they aren’t alone today. Thank you 🥰🥰 hope you have a great day 💖

Blood of the Covenant

Pairings: Locklyle (+ supportive bff George!)

Content: grief/mourning, deep conversations, canon-based, fluff

A/N: wishing a happy Mother's Day to anyone celebrating and a comforting day to anyone who can't or won't celebrate for any reason! Hope you like this, I told myself last week I'd try and write it in plenty time for the day itself and then yesterday had 0 words 🙃

Word count: 2.2k

Taglist: @neewtmas @marinalor @honey-with-tea

About the only good thing about family-based 'holidays', Lockwood thought, was having unrestricted access to the bathroom while George was away. This time he'd gone to Sidcup to visit his granny, with the rest of the family meeting him there for a big Mother's Day dinner, leaving Lockwood to wallow in every sense of the word. The agency had no cases to be working on, so he had tried to get some actual sleep for once. It had been fitful, filled quite predictably with hazy dreams of his mother. As the first rays of dawn crept round the edges of his curtains, he admitted defeat and crept downstairs to run the bath where he now lay. The water was warm, infused with lavender salts (normally he wouldn't have bothered, normally he wouldn't even be having a bath in favour of a quick shower, but if ever there was a day he deserved a little luxury it was this one). Although it was doing little to quiet his mind, the muffling sensation of water round his ears and the gentle golden glow behind his closed eyelids at least tricked him into believing the time was flying by. If he stayed like this just a little longer, surely the day would be over before he knew it.

Eventually the water grew cold, and with some reluctance Lockwood dragged himself back to reality and out of the tub. Ruffling his hair with a towel and wrapping another around his waist, he shuffled out into the hallway. The scent of something sweet wafted up the stairwell and his stomach rumbled. So much for avoiding the whole day, it was only just breakfast time.

—

Lucy was standing at the stove in a dressing gown, humming along to a song from her cassette player. She heard the kitchen door swing open and quickly turned to be met by Lockwood, looking particularly exhausted in sweatpants and a loose T-shirt. His hair was slightly damp. He glanced around the room, noting the way the table was set for two with an assortment of jam, syrup, sugar and cinnamon laid out in between.

"Morning," she said quietly, as though she were afraid to wake George even though they both knew he wasn't home.

"Morning. Something smells good."

Her smile was genuine, if a little sheepish. "French toast. I always make it- made it for Mother's Day and figured just because I don't really have a mother now doesn't mean I can't still have it." Suddenly she realised what she'd said and her expression dropped into one of utter horror and regret. "I'm so sorry, that's not what I meant at all, I know it's not the same-"

"Hey," Lockwood moved to her, placing a reassuring hand on her arm and rubbing against the soft fabric. "It's okay, don't worry. Just because the circumstances were different doesn't mean you didn't still lose someone. Mourn her however you need to."

"Is that what you'll be doing? Sorry, stupid question, I know."

"It's not. I… yes. I always do." He paused as he took the plate of crisp warm toast that Lucy handed him before leading the way to the table with her own.

"Well, if you want space to do that by yourself then I get it, but you know you don't have to be alone if you don't want to." Lucy's heart broke at the way Lockwood looked almost shocked by the notion. She knew a little about what he'd been through, knew how hard it had been for him to trust her with the sparse details he had, but it had never quite occurred to her that the reason he was so reserved about his past was that he'd been alone for so much of it he'd never had anyone he could tell even if he wanted to. By the way he was looking at her like she'd just handed him the moon, it seemed it hadn't occurred to him either.

"That would be nice, actually." He gave a shadow of his usual grins. "After breakfast though, there's no way we're not enjoying this."

Lucy's return grin was bigger and playfully wicked. "Oh believe me, I'm going to enjoy it. Mum never let me waste jam on this so I'm going to use enough that she'll be able to taste strawberries from all the way up north."

—

With full, cosy stomachs, the duo retreated to the living room with cups of tea, claiming a sofa each to splay out on. The silence was not uncomfortable, but the longer it went with neither of them speaking the thicker the tension became.

Eventually Lucy gave a huff of frustration. "This was a stupid idea, I'm sorry, I have no idea how to do this."

Lockwood sat up and looked at her softly. "Luce, that's the third time this morning you've apologised for having feelings. Maybe we could start there if you feel ready?"

She pondered for a moment. Her friend was incredibly shrewd - he must have realised when she arrived with no references and no parents that her home life hadn't been the happiest, and that would only have been reinforced when she finally told him about Norrie. But beyond that, she'd barely talked about life before Lockwood & Co. Tried not to even think about it, if she was being honest.

"Mum was… not a very good mum, really. Never particularly fond of me, but we lost my dad when I was little and after that I was just a burden until I got old enough to start earning her money with my Talent."

Lockwood thought back to how she'd reacted when he unintentionally called her an asset - it had killed him to see how upset she was about feeling commodified, he couldn't imagine anyone treating their own child that way.

"Is that why you left?"

She was less hesitant this time; the subject had clearly been given a lot of thought. "It was the root of it. I always knew she valued the money over my life, but when she put it above my friends' right after we got the verdict for their deaths… I had nobody left who cared about me."

The silence was more forgiving this time, as Lockwood processed the depth of what he'd just heard. He stood and moved to the other sofa. Still leaving a gap, letting Lucy decide whether she wanted contact, but offering his presence. "That's awful. I had no idea when you told me about Norrie that you lost everyone. And I know we're past it but I'm so sorry that I ever made you feel as used as she did, you don't deserve that."

"You weren't to know. I just… it's still hard to accept. Blood is thicker than water and all that."

"Actually, the full saying is 'the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb', meaning bonds made by choice are stronger than ones made by birth."

"Of course that's something you know," Lucy rolled her eyes affectionately. "But that's exactly the problem: I feel guilty for not missing her because she's still my mum, and really she's the reason I have a proper family in you and George, but then I feel guilty when I do miss her because it feels like I'm betraying you both." At this she leant into his shoulder, and he laid an arm around her waist to hold her close. She had nothing to feel guilty about, he was confident in that, but how could he say it when he found himself feeling the same way?

"I understand," he said instead. "I try to use today as more of a memorial than a celebration, but every year it gets harder to pay tribute to a woman who's been missing from my life longer than she was in it. Sometimes I don't even know whether I actually remember her or just picture what I think she was like." He felt the head on his shoulder shift and looked down to meet Lucy's doleful gaze.

"She'll never stop being your mother, Lockwood. There's no time limit on grief. And her significance doesn't change based on how accurately you remember details about her."

She was right. She usually was.

—

Most of the day was spent on the same sofa. The lack of sleep finally overwhelmed Lockwood, but Lucy had seen it coming and the second he started fighting back a yawn she nudged him into her lap and combed her fingers tenderly through his hair until he drifted off. She was quite happy to sit like that for as long as he needed; the gentle pressure of his head against her thighs, the slow rhythm of his breaths and the way her ministrations began to keep tempo, it was all a very grounding reminder that this was where she was meant to be. Not with a woman who had decided to owe her nothing from the moment she entered the world, but with the boys who made it clear every day that they loved her as much as she did them.

"What are you thinking?" a sleepy voice asked from below. Lockwood was smiling up at her, looking more rested than he had in weeks.

"Just about how good it feels to be here like this. You?"

"About how much I'd give for a pizza right now."

Lucy let out a startled laugh. "George would be distraught if we went without him!"

"George isn't here." The classic Lockwood smirk was back. "Besides, he's all about trying to make me a better person, so I'm sure he'd support me getting some fresh air and being a normal teen for a couple of hours."

"You? Normal?"

"Ha ha," he said sarcastically, giving her a faux-outraged nudge as he shifted upright. The sudden change in pressure made her legs tingle. "I think I could pull it off. Everyone else seems to be able to forget about their problems and the Problem long enough to go on dates and have fun, how hard can it be?"

Lucy felt her cheeks grow warm. "Well, I suppose a date would be helpful for your personal development, so who am I to say no?" Her heart nearly burst out of her chest at the way his face lit up. "I'll have to thank George when he gets back." The nudge he gave her this time was actually outraged.

—

George returned just before curfew to a worryingly quiet house. He knew how hard Mother's Day always was for Lockwood, and from the vague conversations he'd had with Lucy he suspected it wasn't going to be too positive for her either, but he so rarely got to see his parents and his friends would feel just as bad if they felt they'd kept him from his family. Regardless, he was still half-expecting to come back to Lucy blaring training music in the basement or Lockwood's semi-annual turn on the piano in the library, so the complete absence of any sounds of life put him on edge.

"Hello?" he called, to no response. Instinctively, he wandered through to the kitchen and checked the Thinking Cloth for clues. Sure enough, a previously blank patch was now filled with black ink. He pushed up his glasses and peered closer.

'GEORGE - FRIDGE'. That was Lockwood's familiar scrawl, taking up most of the space. He must have guessed George would come looking.

Lucy's handwriting was squashed into the space underneath: 'would say "next time we'll take you with us" but it was a date sooo… ;)' His jaw dropped in a mixture of shock and glee. He wondered who had…

'(I asked)', Lockwood had scrunched in tiny letters into the bottom corner. Smartarse. George dropped his backpack on a chair and, original purpose of the note quite forgotten, immediately headed upstairs to grill whichever one of them he found first.

As it turned out, the answer was both of them. Lockwood's bedroom door was slightly ajar, providing a clear view of the boy flat on his back under the duvet and Lucy tucked into his side with her head on his chest. One of his arms was under her shoulder and curled around her back, and the other lay on top of the sheets with his hand holding hers. Both of them were back in their pyjamas, Lucy's dressing gown abandoned haphazardly over their feet. George smiled fondly at the sight. He'd been expecting it for a while and was just relieved they'd finally caught up. Hopefully Lockwood had taken her somewhere nice; wherever it was evidently had a positive outcome. Oh wait, the note!

George tiptoed away from the door, resisting the urge to pull it closed for privacy but knowing that would make it obvious he'd seen them. As soon as he was back down in the kitchen, he bounded over to the fridge. Inside was a pizza box, and inside that was his favourite pizza, completely intact, not so much as a sliver taken. God, he loved his friends. If he'd known this would be the outcome of getting them together he'd have pushed the matter a lot sooner. Or maybe it was him leaving town for a day that had encouraged the generosity. He'd have to go away more often to find out. Knowing them, though, he could just as easily come back to the house burnt down. It really was good pizza, though, perhaps it was worth the risk…

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COLSON BAKER x READER - OCEAN EYES IV

BRIAN, JIMI, JANIS, KURT, AND. . .COLSON?

"Can we get two 16oz house drips, one black with two sugars and the other with two sugars and a splash of cream?" He ordered, remembering exactly how you took your coffee, even after all the time you'd been separated. It made you smile, knowing that you still occupied some space in his mind.

"So this is your coffee shop?" You asked, leaning against the side of the counter as you waited for your drinks.

"Yeah, I opened it last year. It turned out pretty cool." He smiled as he looked around the room. You could tell he was proud of it.

"It's badass" You agreed with him.

"If you're hungry, we serve brunch." Colson handed you a menu to peruse. "This is actually why I was at the farmers market. All of our fruits and vegetables are local." You looked over the list of food, noticing all of the fresh ingredients.

"That's so cool. Everything sounds delicious." You said, flipping the menu over to continue exploring. On the opposite side, you found a cocktail menu. Some of the drink names made you chuckle. There was 'the gunner,' 'sex, dope, and cheap thrills,' 'screw me' with its counterpart, 'screw you,' and the 'you know I'm no good.' Without even seeing the ingredients, you immediately thought that the last one sounded like a drink you'd choose.

Colson exchanged the menu in your hands with a coffee cup filled with hot coffee. You looked at him and gave him a weak thank you smile which he inadvertently returned, and just like that, you were taken back to the first morning you had ever spent together.

You woke up randomly as the sun was shining through the tiny window of your dorm room. You were still wearing the same clothes from the night before. It confused you because you hadn't even remembered falling asleep. The last thing you could recollect was laying with Colson in your XL twin bed, which he noted multiple times was fantastic because his tall, lanky ass fit perfectly.

"Good morning," Colson whispered. It took you a moment to fully wake up, but you noticed how your bodies were intertwined when you did. Your head was on his chest, and his arm was holding you close to him. It was cozy.

"Good morning." You repeated, squeezing him and nuzzling your face into his neck. "How long have you been awake?" You asked sleepily, afraid that you were the only one who had dozed off.

You and Colson had agreed to stay up as long as you could talking to each other. After all, it was the first time you had seen each other since Atlanta, and even though you had basically talked every day for the last 3 months, you still had a lot to talk about.

"Not long, maybe like fifteen.. . twenty minutes" He shrugged. "I didn't want to wake you. I just wanted to lay here and hold you a little longer, watch you sleep, smell your hair." He squeezed you, placing a small kiss on the top of your head. "I wanted to memorize all of it because this weekend will be over before we know it, and then It'll be back to facetime calls and falling asleep on the phone."

"Blahhh, don't remind me." You pouted, sitting up to face him. You enjoyed every single second you got to spend with that blue-eyed boy in your bed, and you never wanted it to end. He had quickly become your best friend, your person.

"Sorry. Y'know, you're fucking cute when you're sleepy" Colson smiled at you, no makeup and hair a mess. To him, you were perfection. "Oh, I ordered coffee." He said excitedly as he sat up, reaching for the cups on the table next to your bed. "Remind me to thank your roommate later. She was not very happy when she was woken up by the Doordash driver." He chuckled.

"She'll get over it" You took the warm cup from him, sipping slowly. Careful not to burn your mouth. You immediately spit the coffee back into the cup, scrunching your nose up at the taste. The coffee was sweeter than a glazed chocolate donut filled with thousands of tiny sprinkles. You thoroughly enjoyed coffee, and you liked to be able to taste the flavor in every sip.

"Shit, did I get it wrong?" He asked worriedly. It was one of the topics you had discussed last night, and he had already forgotten.

"Yeah, but we've never had coffee together, so I'll give you a free pass." You joked. "Two sugars and a splash of cream," you reminded him with a small smile.

"I swear I will never forget again." He promised, passing you his coffee to share.

"Let's sit back here" Colson's voice pulled you from your memory. As you followed him to the back of the coffee shop, you noticed photos of different famous musicians on each table.

"What's with the pictures?" You asked, gesturing towards a table with Kurt Cobains' face on it.

"They're all a part of the 27 club." He could tell by the expression on your face that you had no idea what that meant. "a bunch of artists and entertainers that died at the age of 27." Colson explained.

"Oh." you gasped, finally understanding the name of his coffee shop.

Colson led you to a table in the back corner. It was secluded enough to offer a little privacy from the rest of the customers. You took a seat, instantly noticing the photo that was on your table. It was him. Your narrowed eyes and knitted brows caught his attention, and he followed your gaze to determine the look of confusion on your face.

"You're 31." You stated the obvious.

"Yes, but most days I feel like my life ended when I was 27." He let out a small chuckle.

You took a sip of your coffee, waiting for Colson to elaborate further. Quickly getting distracted by the liquid in your cup. When the coffee first hit your tongue, you could taste a combination of floral and fruity notes, but as you swallowed, you noticed a nutty caramel tone. It was unique and unlike any other coffee, you had ever tried.

"Mmm," You hummed quietly, approving of the noteworthy java in your hand. "You remembered how I like my coffee." You said without thinking.

You regretted it almost instantly. You didn't want to discuss your past relationship or talk to Colson like old friends. You just wanted the explanation you deserved so you could be on your way. It wasn't necessary to spend any more time with him than need be. You didn't want to conjure up old feelings any more than you already had by being in this stupid city.

"I said I would never forget, didn't I?" He looked at you like you made the whole world spin, and for a moment, it was like time stood still.

"God. I'm so stupid." His words came out as a whisper as he looked away from you. Shame and guilt wallpapered his face. "I made the biggest mistake of my life by losing you, and it's something I'm never going to forgive myself for."

"Why'd you leave Colson?" You were blunt, and your words were shaky.

"Because y/n, you deserved better." He paused, collecting his thoughts before continuing. "I was laying there with you in my arms that morning thinking to myself, 'how can I possibly love this amazing woman the way she deserves to be loved when I don't even like who I am."

The sadness in his voice was evident, and you could clearly see the pain in his glossy blue eyes. He hurt himself just as much as he had hurt you.

"I was the biggest fuck up on the planet. You sacrificed your happiness to be with me, to support my dreams, and be my biggest fan. . .I was selfish, and I took you for granted. I broke your heart, and somehow you still managed to see the best in me. It wasn't fair to you. -- Y/n, I had to go because I knew that staying would have been even more painful for you. I was a sinking ship that was burning, and I couldn't bear to be the reason you went down in flames too." A silent tear slid down his cheek.

You sat there speechless as you listened to the explanation you had waited years to hear. You hadn't even realized it, but at some point, you had started tearing up too. Colson reached over, wiping the tears from your face.

"I hate myself for fucking things up with you." He said, staring at you.

You didn't know what it was about him, but when you looked into those blue eyes, you saw a reflection of your soul staring back at you. He was your person, always had been, and always would be. You and Colson had a once-in-a-lifetime connection. The kind of connection that made you feel alive by just being near him, even the silence between you, was comfortable because you felt complete in each other's presence.

"You are worth so much more than second thoughts and maybes'. I am so sorry y/n" You could feel the emotion in Colson's words. His apology was like rain on a dehydrated garden. Grossly overdue, but miraculously just in time.

You sat in silence for a few moments before speaking. "Earlier, when you said you lost your life at 27, what did you mean?" You questioned.

"Y'know, everyone thought I was overreacting after our breakup. . ." He started. You had no idea where he was going with his response, but you let him continue." what they didn't get was how much of my life you really were. . .You were more than just another relationship down the drain. You were my past, my present, and my future. Y/n, you were my life."

At that moment, you understood why his photo sat on a table in that coffee shop. He was a part of the 27 club, not because he physically perished at 27, but because that was when he lost the only thing that ever made him feel alive, you.

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I'm Here | Oikawa T.

A/N: Hey guys! I'm back (hopefully for longer since classes are about to end). Anyways, this one's a bit shorter than usual. I hope you like it!

"Yahoo! Knock, knock~ Sorry, practice finished later than usual!" Oikawa called out but was only greeted by darkness, "(n/n)-chan?"

The house was still, not a single noise was heard. Oikawa doubted that you would leave without texting him, it was practically tradition to crash at your place every after school. He looked around, stealing a loaf of bread before heading upstairs. Dim lights could be seen from under the closed door as Oikawa turned the knob, inviting himself in as usual.

"Hey, Iwa-chan told me that-- what are you doing typing, er writing, whatever it is you're doing in the dark?!" He bellowed, flicking the light switch on. A hiss escaped your lips as you momentarily closed your eyes to adjust to the lighting.

"Shut up, Tooru. I'm kind of busy at the moment so if you don't mind, I'd like to finish all of this tonight." His eyes glanced over at the stack of papers on your left as your right hand hovered on top of another, gripping on a pencil tightly. Your left hand was typing away as fast as it could.

"What's all these? Haven't you finished the assignment yesterday?"

"Well, yes but, this one's for the student council. I need to file a report and it needs to be passed at midnight." You then gestured towards the paper, a bit crumpled with the many times you wrote the wrong formula, "And this is for Monday's class presentation."

"And these?" He pointed towards the stack of papers.

"That's…" You blinked a couple of times before responding, "I think it's the ones from the council three days ago that I haven't checked yet. Anyways, I'll handle that after I'm done with this."

"How many hours of sleep did you even get?" He asked.

"What? I don't think my sleep schedule has anything to do with this, Tooru." You answered, not taking your eyes off of your work.

"Just tell me." Oikawa insisted, sitting on your bed as he stared at you.

"Fine. Around two or so? I'll give it a three since I've been running on coffee since I woke up." His brows furrowed, worry etched on his face if only you took the time to look at him.

"That's not good, (n/n)-chan. Come on, I'll finish that." You shook your head, still not lifting your gaze away.

"No way, you had practice just minutes ago! I'm perfectly capable of finishing these within the day if you just so let me. Now shush-- hey!"

"I mean it, (y/n)." You huffed as you glared at him, "You need your sleep. I'll wake you up before dinner."

"What? No! I can't, Tooru!" You protested, standing up from your seat as you felt a slight pain from your head. You shook it off as nothing, "Tachibana-sensei's breathing down my neck saying she'd be the reason why I wouldn't be graduating this year."

"You still have a day to go before classes start again on Monday. You don't need to rush everything today--"

"Haven't you been listening? The report is due tonight. These," You gestured towards the stack of papers, "Might as well be due at the same time. And after this one, I've also got to revise my notes. I'm falling behind, Tooru and I don't want to hear anything from my mother once I move back."

"You won't (y/n), trust me. You're the smartest girl I know in school and probably the busiest one. I'm sure she'd be proud of you--"

"You see, that's not enough. I need to get my grades up, a bit higher than now." You countered. You retorted, huffing in annoyance at how the setter wouldn’t leave you all alone.

"You don't need to. What you need is to calm down a bit. You know that--"

"Will you stop it, Tooru!? You just don't get it, do you?! My parents thought that I would get into Shiratorizawa and what did I do? Fail the exam!" You bellowed, standing up from your seat as the male stepped back a bit. You stood up, voice raised as Oikawa stepped back, "My mom wanted me to at least be at the top during my first and second year, to at least in her words, redeem myself. But I failed on that too. Now, you're telling me to calm down? To take a break? Well, I can't. I've got my family's voices screaming at me saying I should do better! Do you know how--"

"You're crying, (y/n)..." Oikawa whispered as he placed a hand on your cheek, his thumb wiping away the tears. You lightly pushed him back, rubbing your way with your sleeves. He pointed out. A hand lay on your cheek as his thumb wiped away a tear, you pushed him away after, wiping it away with your hands.

"S-shut up. I'm not crying. Just… leave me alone for today, Tooru. I'm really busy and I can't afford to let all of my hard work turn to dust."

"I'll help you."

"For the last time, I--" He cut you off.

"Just let me help!" He was already frustrated seeing the girl he adored so much struggling with her life.

He knew of her problem with her parents and most importantly, he knew the conflict she had with herself. He knew that feeling more than ever. And he didn't want her to feel the same way he did during that time.

And he was afraid that, while it might not cost her a knee, she might lose so much more if she continues. Perhaps, her eyesight or her health. Worst case, her life. And he wasn't going to let her get to that point.

"If Iwa-chan was here, he'd know what to do… but he isn't. And I don't want to disturb him too. I'm just trying my best to help you, because I understand, I understand you the most out of everyone," He walked closer, enveloping you in a hug as the two of you sat on the floor, "You just want to prove something but, you're all fed up about everything. You're trying your best but I guess, to others, that's not good enough."

Tears slowly dripped down from your face once again as you buried your head on his chest, gripping on his jacket, "Why can't you leave me alone, Tooru? I don't care if you get me… I just want to be left alone."

"I'm staying, (y/n) and that's final. I'm not going to let you carry that burden all by yourself anymore. I'm here, remember? I'll help you," Oikawa whispered in your ear as he caressed your back, "You're, besides Iwaizumi, the one I treasure the most. I care about you and I don't want you to suffer like this when I know that I could have tried and saved you from it."

"Why?" That one question made him silent for a while as you looked up at him.

"I… it's because…" He sighed, making you somewhat dread and anticipate the answer at the same time, "I love you, you know that? And while this might possibly be-- ah, who am I kidding? It's the worst time possible to tell you this, I don't think that I'll be able to get another chance like this."

"T-Tooru… I…" You started but went silent as he brought his hand up.

"Please hear me out?" He inhaled before opening his mouth again to speak, "I… I want to support you (y/n), the same way you and Iwaizumi did all these years, especially during the time when I overworked my knee. The two of you were always there. So, let me be there for you too."

"It's just not easy when you've been doing everything yourself for most of your life…" You gulped, avoiding his gaze as you clenched your fists tightly.

"I know. But, I really do love you. And I promise that you'll never regret choosing me unlike how I regret eyeing up girls when I knew that you were right in front of me the whole time and they'll never be you. They'll never be as hardworking, caring and overly kind as you. You're perfect and so much more. Because everything means nothing to me if I can have you to call as mine." Oikawa said, moving a strand of your hair away from your face.

"Even the nationals?" You asked, teasing him a bit.

"I… okay, maybe not the nationals. I still want to beat Ushiwaka and all. But that's besides the point," He shook his head, placing his chin on top of your head, "You're amazing and beautiful, even when you think you're not. And I'm really sorry for confessing at the worst time possible. But, believe me when I say that I love you."

"Why are you… confessing now?" Somehow, this question made him think. It's not like he hadn't practiced his answer in the mirror for a million times, making sure it was perfect to his ears. Not at all. But, given the situation, he'd have to abandon that script and start a new one.

"Well, it just pains me to see you doing the same things I did before, even though your academics and my career as a player are two different things, and I thought that if I manage to successfully tell you how I feel, I could somehow help you carry all of this. Because by that time, I would hopefully be your boyfriend." Oikawa spoke genuinely, moving one of his hands from her back to her head, stroking her hair.

"You don't need to be my boyfriend to help me, you know."

"I know that but you just make it so difficult, argh! Everytime I see you frustrated, I just wanna hug you and kiss you and then take over your work while you rest. But I can't do that as a friend! So… so..." Not that he thought about it, what he said sounded stupid, "Yeah, I know. It's a dumb excuse."

"You're an idiot." The third year laughed out loud.

"I know, Iwa tells me that all the time." You lightly hit his shoulder, hiding the smile that was threatening to show, "At least I made you smile right?"

"I guess you did, Tooru. I guess you did." He hummed in satisfaction before something else you couldn't quite figure out what was etched on his face.

"I'm not going to force you to answer my feelings right away, (y/n)-chan. I can wait." He stammered.

"Why wait when I feel the same way? I love you too, Tooru." He perked up suddenly, making you hide the massive blush on your face.

"Wait, really? You're not joking right? (y/n)?" The setter found you fast asleep, whether or not you were faking it, he wouldn't know. He only chuckled, kissing your head, "Alright… I'll let you get some rest. You deserve it."

He carried you over to your bed, tucking you in. His hand lingered on your cheek, a smile on his face as he whispered.

"Dream of me will you, (y/n)-chan?" Oikawa stood up straight, eyes darting towards your mess of a desk, "Now… which one did she say she needed by midnight?"

Let me hold your hand and carry the same burden you hold. I'll always be here, even if you push me away.

[boyy-wonder-grayson]

Forever Yours

Summary: Dick and reader had a bad break up but things work out at the end.

Request: yes, thanks to @wintercapilson​ !!

Pairings: Dick Grayson x Reader

Warnings: lil angst but nothing bad, swearing and fluff.

Word count: 1807

A/n:hopefully this is as good as i think it is lmao. I really really liked the way this turned out! so feedback and rb’s are always welcomed :)

Based on prompts from this list!

*pics mine*

51. “He’s no good for you”

57. "Days without you are my reminder that there's something wrong"

58." I'm forever yours whether you have me or not"

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Dick watched as you laughed at something Brad said. He scoffed thinking what could have been so funny that had you laughing that hard. He drowned the rest of his whiskey before asking the bartender for a refill; he knew he was staring too much, but it was impossible for him to look away when you were having a good time in someone else's arms. He knew he shouldn't be upset about it, after all it was his fault that you two were no longer together, and boy he regretted that every single day.

"You're staring" Donna said sitting in the stool next to his best friend. She asked for another beer while awaiting Dick's answer. She thanked the bartender and took a sip of the beer while rolling her eyes. "You know, it's getting kind of creepy."

"Shut up" Dick said not tearing his gaze from the happy -disgusting- couple. 

"You do know she still loves you right? But at least she had the guts so move on, unlike someone else" Donna mumbled the last part but loud enough for him to hear.

"Look, Donna. I love you, you're my best friend,but shut up.i know I fucked up okay? I know" Dick said drinking the whiskey, liking the burning sensation the liquid left on his throat. "And I know i don't deserve her, or her forgiveness. But seriously, that guy?" He asked looking back at how Brad. 

"You really are stupid aren't you?" Donna asked in a serious tone.

Dick looked back at her not understanding what she's trying to convey.

"Jesus Christ, I mean what can I expect you're a man after all" she mocked him "do you really think that Y/n Is not waiting for you to make another move? Yes, she's with Brad now but it's because you're not with her! She loves you and even though you screw your chances with her, she's still waiting for you to come back. How blind you have to be not to see that?" Donna got up and went back to the group of friends that, unlike Dick, was actually having a good time.

Dick was astonished to hear her friend say that. He actually thought that after what he did, Y/n would hate him. But hearing Donna say that gave him hope. He couldn't stand seeing the girl he loved being touched and loved by someone else. He needed to do something. All the alcohol he consumed was not helping him think straight so instead of waiting to sober up a little he went looking for his girl.

Y/n was glued to Brad's side when Dick approached the group stumbling his way to the group, bumping into anyone that stood on his way to get you. When he finally reached the table he smile at Y/n which looked at him with confusion in her eyes.

"Heyy Y/n can I talk to you?" He slurred his words a little bit "in private" he added the last part quickly.

"Umm, sure" the girl said getting out of Brad's grip and followed the dark haired boy outside. 

She rubbed her arms trying to preserve the heat from leaving her body, but San Francisco nights were cold as ice. They stood outside for a few minutes in silence before Dick spat the words to her.

"He's no good for you,you know?"

"What?" Y/n asked unsure of what he had said.

"Bryan, he's not good for you. You deserve better" he said not looking at her.

"It's Brad, and what do you know what's good for me?" Y/n scoffed. She was tired of Dick's entitlement.

"Because I know you Y/n! And I know you'd never go for someone like Brad" Dick answered quickly. "I know you're only doing this to make me jealous!" 

Y/n laughed bitterly, trying to control herself, she really wanted to punch Dick, "Wow, so everything is always about you Grayson huh?" 

"That's not what I meant" the boy tried to get closer to her buck she took a step back instead getting away from him.

"No, that's exactly what you mean. Drunk minds speak sober thoughts and all that bullshit right?" Y/n turned around to go back inside the bar, she stopped in her tracks without looking at Dick "Go home Dick, get some sleep and then maybe we can talk."

Dick cursed under his breath, tugging at his hair. He knew he screw up yet another opportunity to talk with you about what happened; the alcohol running through his veins evaporated when he saw the look on your face after he said those words to you. He sobered up immediately and even though you didn't shut him down completely,he still feel so stupid for trying to get you back while intoxicated. He was going to have to wait till tomorrow when, hopefully, his head would be in the right place.

---

Dick woke up when he hear Donna's - loud - voice; he groaned in response and hissed when the light hit his half open eyes. 

"Rise and shine sweetheart" Donna said in a sing-song voice. "Ready to fuck things up again with Y/n? Or did you manage to grow some balls overnight that would help you talk to her,you know, like a normal person?" She said smirking at the hungover boy.

"Fuck off" he said grabbing a pillow and hiding his face on it, only for the object to be taken away by none other than his best friend.

"Oh I will fuck off, when you go and apologize to her. Seriously what were you thinking Dick? As if things weren't bad enough you managed to make them even worst" she said sitting next to him.

"I know okay, I will talk to her. Just...give me some time" he replied rubbing his throbbing temple.

"Not gonna happen. You're going to take a shower, have some coffee and you gonna get your ass in line and go talk to her, you hear me? I'm sick and tired of seeing you mope around because you're 'oh so sad because you can't be with her'.

You need to go and fix this, now."

Donna was right and Dick knew this, but he was afraid that you may not be willing to give a relationship another shot, and that terrified him.

He followed his friends advice and within an hour he was ready,and determined to get you back.

---

Ever since her and Dick broke up, Y/n decided that it was best to get her own place. Living in the tower was easy and y/n really enjoyed it,but waking up every day to see your ex boyfriend was not something she looked forward too. 

So she decided to look for a place not too far from the tower in case of an emergency. 

She cleaning some dishes that were in the sink from the night before when she heard a knock on the door. She wiped her hands with a towel and went to open the door. When she saw it was Dick she moved aside so he could get inside and sighed preparing herself for yet another argument.

"I'm sorry" he said first not wanting to beat around the bush any longer. "I was drunk last night and I know that's not an excuse for what I said but I'm really sorry Y/n"

The girl looked at his appearance and noticed the bags under his eyes and how dull his eyes were;it was weird seeing him so defeated, she hated to see him like this.

"I know Dick, but we've been having this type of conversation for weeks now. And I- I'm just tired of it ending in a fight where one of us always gets hurt" she said looking down, finding the rug under her feet quite interesting.

Dick took a step forward and when she didn't backed away, he smiled a little.

"Look at me" he said softly, lifting her face with a finger under her chin, looking over at her glossy eyes. "You deserved better than this, than me" he said.

"Don't you think I have some say in that?" She asked him grabbing his hand and caressing it with her thumb. "I know you want the best for me now and back then too,but you were, you are what's best for me Dick. I know it" 

Dick realized he was crying when he wiped the tears with her fingers. He wasn't really the type to cry, but he felt so vulnerable under her gaze. 

"I miss you, so much. And all those days without you were my reminder that there was something wrong" he said pulling her closer to his body so she could rest her head in his chest. 

They stood there embracing each other, reminiscing about when they were in the exact same position but in a different situation, a much happier one.

"I love you Y/n. I have loved you ever since you set a foot in the tower. From the first time I have loved you and it scares the shit out of me how much you mean to me. I know I was unfair to leave you without explaining the reason, but I just couldn't keep lying to myself, so I needed to let you go, because alone was safer than with you. I needed to keep you away from me so I could keep you safe, and i know it's a bullshit reasoning but I have never loved anyone as much I love you. But I promise I'll be better if you take me again. I'm forever yours, whether you have me or not"

Y/n didn't answer instead she just hugged him. She was crying too. When she pulled away to dry her puffy eyes she smiled at the brown haired boy in front of her.

 "I love you too Dick, so much" she bit her lip "i- i also told Brad that we would have never worked out" she said laughing a little "it was unfair for him to keep leading him on when I knew it was not going to work, so I won't be seeing him again."

"I'm sorry It didn't work" he said with honesty.

"No, you're not" she laughed a little louder this time making him laugh too.

"You're right" he looked down biting his lip not wanting to ruin the moment.

"So...do you think we could try again?"

Y/n smiled sweetly at the boy and brought a hand up to caress his face, dick leaned into her touch.

"I think we can,yes. But I'm gonna need some time,okay?" 

"As much as you need" he said quickly. "I'm not going anywhere."

"Good, cause neither am I"

[staarkindustries]

Locked

Locked in a room with Johnny Storm. Everyone's dream, right?

Warning: angst if you squint, fluff, swearing, Johnny being Johnny

Words: 912

(Gif not mine)

Locked in a room with Johnny Storm. Everyone's dream, right? No.

"Certainly not my fault!" "And whose Storm? Mine?!" "My sister and Reed are in Berlin, Ben is pissed at me. How do we get out?" "If I knew I would have been out long ago! I wish I'd never met you." I snorted leaning against the wall, with my hands on my face. "That fucking day I could have stayed home instead of following you and that gang of jerks into space. I could have painted or read but not. Why not follow Reed Richards in a fucking space mission?" I saw the strange look Johnny gave me, but after a second it disappeared. "I assure you that as soon as we get out of here you will never see me again. This way we will both be happy." "Perfect." "Perfect... I can try to overheat the door and melt it." "I don't want to melt too." "You won't, protect yourself with water." I created a shield around me with water and looked at Johnny. "You will remain naked: you are not wearing a suit." "I don't think I need to be completely on fire and, if it were, have a good view." He made fire going out of his hands and put them on the door.

"Storm, I think it's impossible." "Wait a second!" "We will end up running out of oxygen, idiot!" "One second ..." "Johnny!" I screamed and he left the door. "I could have done it." "What? Kill us both? You were close! My God Storm why don't you ever do what you are told?!" "Were you afraid, princess?" "Fuck you."

"Two out... Three left..." I looked out the window, where a missile fired by Victor exploded next to Johnny. I looked down and felt my eyes pinch. Damn Storm, what have you done to me? Victor came towards me, took me by the chin and glanced at me. "Too bad, I'm sorry to ruin such a pretty face."

Johnny's POV

After tricking Victor's missile I flew to the town square and noticed Reed, Susan and Ben. Where is Y/N? I thought, going next to the Thing. Reed and Susan looked at me in regret, as if they knew something that should hurt me. When I understood it was too late. Y/N was there, in front of us, stuck in a strange Victor's machine. The first thing I did was a step forward, but Ben stopped me. "Johnny, Supernova." "I thought we agree Supernova was bad!" "Johnny!" "Okay." I began to circle around Victor, going faster and faster. "Can't you do better?" "Chemistry 101: What happens if molten metal cools? Ben!" In the meantime, I run towards Y/N. "Hey, hey it's all over." "Y-you are... Alive..." "I'm not that easy to kill." "I saw the missile explode... You..." "Shh, save your breath, princess." "I hate that nickname." I released her from the different threads and held her in my arms, where she fainted. "Shit ... Reed?" "Let's go to my house. Quickly."

4 days went by and still Y/N has not woken up. "Come on Y/N, you are strong... You have to wake up." Someone knocked on the door. "Johnny? I have to do some tests, you should..." "I'll stay here." "But your sister needs to talk to you..." "I said: I'll stay here." After Reed's various analyzes I was left alone with Y/N again. "You are stronger than Victor, okay? You have to wake up. Wake up princess, I'm not going to stop fighting with you for an idiot, okay? I love fighting with you. You're the only one who stands up to me, so make sure you wake up." Nothing, Y/N was motionless on that damn bed. "Johnny, you should take a shower and shave... You look like a homeless man." "Susan, if she doesn't wake up I..." I didn't finish the sentence. "Then make sure that when she wakes up, because I know she will, you are at least presentable." I nodded, so Susan walked out. "Don't wake up while I'm not there, I want to see you." I brushed my lips with hers and I went out too.

A week. Nothing. Still lying on that fucking bed. I rested my elbows on the mattress, took Y/N's hand between mine and brought it to my mouth. "Y/N... Please, please." Susan walked in and fortunately I had time to put her hand back on the mattress so she didn't notice. "Okay, now the two of us are gonna have a talk." "What is it? I washed myself today, and I also shaved." "That's not the point. You're not like that... You're a playboy, the one who always has a different girlfriend and..." "Well that's not the case anymore!" I yelled. "She is important to me, okay?" "Mh ... Storm, why do you always have to scream?" My gaze immediately returned to Y/N who now had her eyes open, Susan, without saying a word, went out, leaving us alone.

"Hey... Sorry." "Don't worry." She smiled and took my hand, still on the bed. "I thought you would never wake up again." "Well, we're even." I smiled. "Yes, we are even." "Johnny?" "Yes?" "Stay with me?" "As long as you want." I lied down next to her who, unexpectedly, hugged me. "Do you tell everyone?" "Only to those who I really care about." "So how many girls did you say it to?" "Only to you." "Good."

"Johnny." "Mh?" "You're on fire." "Oops... Sorry." "Idiot."

[fluffy-lee]

Ice Breaker

This is a TICKLE fic

Platonic Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Y/n Barnes really wants to be closer friends with the newest superhero, Peter Parker, but she is hoping for something to finally break the ice between the two of them.

A/n: This is an old fic I wrote a long time ago! I think before I even created this blog! It sparked the idea for my series Keeping Her.

It was early in the evening and  I was relaxing in the lounge in the Avengers facility watching one of my favorite house-flipping shows. I was sitting on the giant, comfy couch and Steve was laying next to me, taking a nap. My father, Bucky Barnes, walked in.

  "Y/N I have a little surprise for you," Bucky said with a smirk.

  "For me?!" I asked all perky.

He opened the door wider and some weird white string looking thing shot to the ceiling. Then, Spider-Man swung in. I gasped.

  "OH MY GOSH!!" I squealed,  jumping on the couch.

Steve woke up, startled.

"Oh hey there kid," he yawned.

  "Hey Y/n! Hey Cap!" Peter said, hanging upside down from the ceiling.

He dropped down from the tall ceiling with ease, landed in a squatting position, stood up to where he towered over me a bit, and ripped his mask off.

He is so cute and I feel nervous around him. We won't ever be a thing though. That's just not how it is between us and I am happy with that. I had only met him a few times anyway and I didn't know him very well yet, but he was always really nice. I wanted to be closer friends with him, but I was a bit shy. I was waiting for something to break the ice between us.

 I instantly hugged him and he hugged me back.

  "I'm so happy to see you again." I said sheepishly.

  "Well I'm so happy to see you too! You HAVEN'T grown an inch." He jokes.

Everyone in the room chuckled. Tony, Pepper, Wanda, and Vision all came in the room. 

 All eight of us ended up chatting for hours. I began to feel so much more comfortable around Peter and even  played a little prank on him. I thought that could be the ice breaker that would help our friendship grow.  Peter had been telling us how he had lost so many backpacks, and when he wasn't looking, I hid his backpack behind a plant in the corner. 

It started to get a bit late, but we were still having a good time and I felt tons more confident around Peter instead of being shy.

  "Well I'm gonna head to bed. It's been a long day," Steve said.

Then, Steve smirked at me deviously.     "I wouldn't be if SOMEBODY hadn't woke me up from my nap."

"I was just excited to see Spider-Man... you OLD man!" I said playfully, and everyone chuckled and went back to having their separate conversations.

"Ohhhohohoho you're gonna regret that," Steve said and wiggled his fingers toward me.

I blushed like crazy.

  "Uhhhhh S-Steve umm nonono," I said nervously.

"Whyyyy?" Steve asked with a knowing smile.

"Be-because.."

"You need to be more specific," Steve said, threatening me by wiggling his fingers closer toward my tummy. He was ready to tickle me, which was a common occurrence.

"Not in front of Spider-Man." I said a bit too loud.

Peter chuckled at me and I blushed bad.

Steve's eyes widened with a bigger smile. "WHY?"

  "Because I think he's really cool a-and I want him to think I'm cool, you know? He's younger than all of you guys... and I don't have any friends my age." I whispered to him, truthfully.

I was sure Peter wasn't hearing any of this, he wasn't close enough and seemed to be listening to Tony speaking. Steve frowned at me.

  "Ohhh. Well, you don't need to try so hard. Just be yourself, little buddy," he encouraged, ruffling my hair.

  "Yeah but he's so smart, you know? And I'm dumb. I was just an experiment and never learned like other kids." I  frowned.

Steve gave me a sad look.

  "We need to go upstairs and have a talk. You need to get to bed soon anyway." Steve said.

We said our good nights to everyone and made our way upstairs. Steve threw me over his shoulder and I giggled, waving bye to Peter. He waved back with a soft grin.

  We got to my room and Steve flipped me down onto the bed, making me laugh. He sat down next to me and gave me a long speech about how I should be myself. He told me I was smart and funny and a wonderful person. He had really been helping me with my confidence. He made me feel better, but I still had a few negative thoughts, and I was still a bit sad. Steve could tell.

  "Look kid, you hang in there alright? I know you're still having a bit of trouble,  but you are making so much progress after what you've been through. I know you're still a little sad and that's okay." Steve reassured.

He hugged me goodnight and kissed my cheeks. I got under the covers and he turned off my light.

"I love you, y/n. I'm right down the hall if you need anything." He said.

"Okay, I love you too..... and thank you, Uncle Steve." I said.

He smiled at me and left, shutting the door. I quickly drifted off to sleep.

   I woke up at about 1:30 A.M. really thirsty. I didn't have any water by my bed, so I decided to go down to the kitchen to get some. As I made my way through the Avengers facility, or what I simply call "home," I was a little scared. It was dimly lit and I was afraid some giant superhero like Vision was going to pop up. He is nice and all, but sometimes Vision just goes through walls like a ghost and that gives me the creeps. I made it down to the kitchen and I climbed the counter to get a cup down. I'm kind of short, and the Avengers like to tease me about it, but it doesn't bother me. I think it's funny.

I filled my glass from the fridge and stood there chugging the water. I then refilled my glass and drank more. I finished and turned around to an upside down Spider-Man inches from my face! I screamed but his hand quickly covered my mouth.

"Peter Parker!" I hissed. "You scared the heck out of me!"

"I'm sorry, but.... I need to talk to you." His tone sounded as if I was in trouble with him.

I set my glass on the counter.

"Um... okay." I said nervously.

Peter dropped down to where he was standing right side up and ripped his mask off, shaking his hair. Again, a pretty nice sight to see, if I'm being honest.

"So, I was at a few parties in the facility, just swinging around, when I realized I was missing my backpack..." Peter explained and my eyes definitely widened.

Oh yeah... I hid his backpack.

"I returned to the living room where I left it, but it was gone. Explain." He demanded, towering over me.

"I-I don't know where it is," I said sheepishly, looking down.

"Y/n, look me in the eyes. Bucky told me you were a little prankster. Now where is it?"

"Umm.. it's your backpack that you lost, Mr. Spider," I said with a little sassiness... just a little too much.

Peter raised an eyebrow at me and picked me up by my underarms.

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way, Y/n!"

I was loving this. I love playfulness. I giggled.

"You think this is funny, huh?" Peter asked.

I nodded, giggling a bit more. I saw him crack a smile, but he quickly hid it.

"You remember earlier tonight when you said "not in front of Spider-Man"? That sure was interesting... Hmm. Why did you say that?" He asked mischievously.

My heart dropped to my stomach and I turned red.

"Ah yes, and you blushed just like that." He pointed at my face, smirking.

He sat me on the counter and I giggled nervously. 

"What was that about, huh?" Peter said resting his chin on his hand, looking really closely into my eyes.

Dang it, Steve..

"Uh nothing! You know me and Steve were just messing around. I-I b-bet he took your backpack." I lied some more.

I was just so deep in lies, I kept digging more. Peter stood up straight and put his hands on his hips.

"Come on, Y/n. Really?" Peter chuckled, shaking his head. 

I smiled shyly at him.

"What was it that you wanted Steve not to do in front of me?" Peter asked, pretending to think.

My heart was pounding out of my chest. He was so skilled at teasing. He was super witty and knew just how to get to someone. I squeezed my arms close to my torso, trying to be discrete.

"It couldn't be that you're ...ticklish." Peter said and widened his eyes at me, like a cat about to attack.

I leapt off the counter and made a run toward the nearest door, leading to one of the lounging areas. 

 Peter quickly caught me and threw me on the couch, and began to tickle my sides causing me to burst out in laughter. Peter seemed taken back at first at how ticklish I was.

"Oh my goodness! How cute! I didn't know,"  He said in a high-pitched voice, giggling at me while he began spidering up and down my ribs and sides.

His tickling skills were really good. I'd never had something tickle me that much... until he attacked my tummy.

"Oh, THIS has to be your most ticklish spot," he said with a squinty smile, digging into my tummy.

He was correct. I was laughing like crazy and nearly screamed. It took everything in me not to scream, because I'd definitely didn't want to wake people up. I couldn't breathe and his tickles were too much for me to take.

"PETER! HAHAHAhahaha Peterherherherrrr! Hold ohohohnn!" I desperately pleaded through my laughter.

To my surprise, Peter halted his attack.

"What is it?" He asked.

"I ju-just need t-to breathe... You're a really good tickler," I said and then, I went pale.

Did I really just say that?

Peter's eyes grew wide and he just, kind of, froze and so did I. Then, he smirked and shot his hands under my arms and I brought my arms down, trapping his fingers.

"Well if I'm such a good tickler, then I should be able to get you to tell me WHERE MY BACKPACK IS!" Peter demanded, wiggling his fingers in such a deadly way.

I was so flustered, and in such tickle agony, I immediately shouted where I hid his backpack.

THIS KID THEN LIFTS ME UP BY MY UNDERARMS AND STARTS WALKING DOWN THE HALL TO THE ROOM.

I had to face him while he carried me, and even occasionally tickled my armpits while he carried me, causing me to squeal. I guess he could do this due to his super strength.

We reached the room and Peter looked behind the plant while still holding me.

"Good thing you didn't lie to me," he said and put me down.

I shyly looked up at him and then I bravely said "I hope you learned your lesson."

"Y/n, I haven't lost my backpack in about 6 months. Those stories were old." He said proudly.

"Oh, good for you" I said looking at the ground.

Peter chuckled and ruffled my hair, "Go to bed you little dork."

"Well you really wore me out. I think I'll just sleep here on the couch." I decided.

Peter laughed. "I could just carry you, if you want me to." He offered.

"Sure." I said happily, reaching my arma up to him. I loved being carried.

Peter surprised me by lifting me up by my armpits AGAIN.

"Nooononono not this again!"

"Why not?" Peter asked slyly and then tickled again causing me to shriek. He tickled for a little bit longer while I just laughed, only able to kick my legs. 

He finally scooped me up in his arms and carried me to my room while I laid my head on his shoulder, nearly asleep. When we reached my room he placed me in my bed, and covered me up.

"Goodnight Y/n. I'll see you soon alright?" Peter said sweetly.

"Okay, Peter."

I smiled at him.

Peter cleared his throat. "And uhh it's great to see that you are doing so well. I'm proud of you."

"Oh.. thank you so much, Peter."

If only he knew how much that meant to me. As long as I've known him I've always looked up to him.

"Sure... and thanks for all the giggles!" Peter winked and turned off my lamp.

"Night Spidey."

After he left, I quickly dozed off to sleep with a smile on my face.

[into1-wonderland]

Baby!Into1 x Daycare au | Intro

(ft. Bo Yuan as the caretaker of the 10 chaotic bunch, ranging from the ages of 3-5)

a/n: hello hello yumi here~ so this is the first into1 au of mine that will ever see the light of day. at first I was going to write things for it, but honestly I'm going to make it into a series with incorrect quotes to attach with it. this post will be the bios of all the babies and our lovely caretaker Bo Yuan, so enough of me babbling and I hope you guys could enjoy~

First off, we have the Caretaker™ Bo Yuan:

my mans is like in his 20's rn

wanted to open up a little day care as like side job/internship because he wanted to teach kids in the future so he was like “might as well start working with kids now!”

and so

he did it

only regretted his life decisions when his devil number 1 and devil number 2 does something bad

other times he really enjoy looking after them! and he doesn’t even feel like it’s a job!

has been thinking about taking a field trip with all 10 of them but he’s afraid: 1) he might lose one 2) he might lose himself 3) can they behave themselves

his favorite thing to do is having all of them gather around while reading a fairytale to them for nap time

or sometimes he would sing a song

he has a lot of favorite things in day care, literally having all 10 of them just there makes him happy

except when lin mo and nine is having a scream off:

lin mo: ahh

nine: aHH

lin mo: AHH

nine: AHHHHH-

bo yuan, running into the room: what’s wrong?

ak: screaming

bo yuan: why?

patrick, with his hands over his ears: TO SEE WHOS LOUDER

all the other boys: *nods*

isnt always watching the kids 24/7, since day 1 when the kids came in he told them the rules of the daycare and kinda just let them familiarize the place

(bo yuan: its a daycare, and they are kids, they are suppose to have fun!

keyu, in the back, mumbles: i wanna climb the tree in the yard

bo yuan, turns around: keyu no)

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And now we have the kids!!

Liu Yu:

4 years old

very quiet, just likes to sit and read and draw

the most obedient one, and likes to follow around bo yuan

well,, most of the time

he’s played a few pranks on bo yuan like:

bo yuan: liu yu nap time is over you have to wake up

liu yu: *not moving*

bo yuan, gently nudged liu yu: liu yu wake up!

liu yu: *continues to fake sleep and not move*

bo yuan: *leans closer to liu yu’s face to make sure hes not sick or has a fever*

liu yu, scares bo yuan: WAH

bo yuan: liu yu dont do that! you scared me!

liu yu: *giggles*

likes to stretch and bend himself in odd positions

(bo yuan: everyday I’m in fear that he will snap himself in half)

kinda an introvert but once he hangs around everyone for a bit he will open up to them and fit himself in very well

likes to organize and keep things how he found them/have special places where he organizes his toys

jiayuan: *moves liu yu’s fan*

liu yu: hey! put that back!!

has really good etiquettes and never really fights or argues or bicker with the other kids

but likes to joke around and mess around with once in a while

patrick: wahhh i put my cupcakes here who took one!

liu yu, hiding it behind his back: idk maybe keyu took it?

the least of bo yuan’s worries since he’s always in bo yuan’s sight, also he’s aware of his surroundings so he actually helps bo yuan make sure everything’s okay

(bo yuan: i made a checklist for myself on the whiteboard and liu yu likes to check things off for me, he said “coloring in the boxes is fun” so now he's the reason why i get all my work done)

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Santa:

4 years old

riki’s best friend

super happy and bright, like a ray of sunshine

is easily scared

lin mo: hi

santa: WAHHHHH BO YUAN GEGE

really likes bo yuan, would stick on to him a lot and ask him about everything

santa: bo yuan gege whats this?

santa: bo yuan gege what’s that?

santa: bo yuan gege what are you making right now?

hangs out with liu yu and mika a lot (other than riki)

riki is older than him but would hold riki’s hand and take him around like a didi

also really likes racing with mika for E V E R Y T H I N G

(bo yuan: yeah couple days ago they tried to race who can fall asleep faster but because they kept on peeking at each other so they basically didn’t sleep till i said i’ll watch for them)

really likes to dance, every time he hears music he would start grooving around

loves learning new things, which is probably the reason why he always asks bo yuan so many questions

also least one of bo yuan’s worries, just gotta make sure jiayuan and lin mo don’t pull pranks on him

(bo yuan: well they dont really pull prank pranks, its just once lin mo grabbed a frog and started running around and showing it to everyone, but lin mo lost grip and the frog jumped on santa)

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Rikimaru:

5 years old

looks like he’s 3, acts like he’s 3, but is actually 5

best friends with santa! always sticks around him and likes to tug on a corner of his shirt out of habit

bo yuan: alright everyone it’s nap time! i’ve made the beds for everyone

riki, sees his bed is not next to santa: bo yuan gege can you switch my bed next to santa? i wanna be next to santa

he didn’t start speaking till he was 4 so he often stutters when he talk and just looks confused a lot (it's because he’s thinking and formulating his words)

santa and the other kids would always have to interpret for him

bo yuan: riki I brought some snacks today do you want cookies or marshmallows?

riki: ???

santa, motioning with his hands: bo yuan gege said do you want the white fluffies or brown crunchies

riki: oh! crunchies!

squishy cheeks,, bo yuan’s favorite thing is to squish his cheek everytime he sees him

riki: gud mooning bo yuan gege!

bo yuan, squishes riki’s cheeks: ahh I haven’t seen you in so long good morning!!

nine: wait wasnt riki here yesterday??

also likes to stretch,, often seen around with liu yu and they just help each other

(bo yuan: i am afraid he will snap himself in half too)

not too much of bo yuan’s worries, besides the fact that he might get kidnapped because he’s so oblivious

(bo yuan: we were playing outside in the yard once and riki just wandered off because he thought the neighbor’s flowers were pretty)

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Mika:

4 years old

also kinda an introvert, doesn’t interact with too many people

usually it’s santa that approaches him first or keyu^^

found a ukulele in the toy bin one time and wouldn’t let go of it (he claims it’s his now)

his favorite activity at daycare is when they all sing together, that’s when he smiles the most and has the most fun

the one that likes to nap the most

also likes to help bo yuan cook once in a while (mostly just having mika washing vegetables and passing things to bo yuan)

very laid back and not noisy (till he starts playing the ukulele)

often gets scared by lin mo’s sudden screams (actually, lin mo scares a lot of people, sorry to mika’s ears)

also not one of bo yuan’s worries, literally there’s nothing to worry about with mika, all the kids just likes to sit around mika and pet his head so he keeps everyone safe

(bo yuan: one time I couldn’t find any of the kids in the play room, apparently they were all in the napping corner petting mika’s head since he just got a hair cut)

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Nine:

4 years old

loud, very loud.

pouts a lot

everyone calls nine cute, even the boys who are younger than him

likes to boss around patrick because he’s older

nine: patrick gimme that juice box!

patrick: you’re closer you get it!

nine: i’m older than you!

literally scared of everything

if he hasn’t seen it before and it’s living, he’s scared

jiayuan: *holds a bowl of tadpoles*

nine, several feet away: WAHHH WHAT IS THAT

the happiest when he gets snacks + real food food

also really likes to sing!! his favorite thing is watching disney movies because there’s so much music in it and he just loves to sing along

he’s not part of bo yuan’s worries because he’s literally scared of everything, but nine is really naive and would do things that the other kids tell him to do so, it’s a 50/50 on nine

(bo yuan: there was an edible decorative flower on keyu’s birthday cake couple days ago, and somehow jiayuan convinced nine all flowers were edible. so today during outside time nine almost ate the neighbor’s flowers)

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Lin Mo:

3 years old

LOUD. VERY LOUD.

probably the craziest most hyper one out of them all

he and jiayuan always have something bad planned

literally doesn’t have a moment where he’s calm

constantly in bickering mode with ak

lin mo: NO IM RIGHT

ak: NO. IM RIGHT

patrick: what are they arguing about?

keyu: *shrugs*

but is also best friends with ak so he’s also calm around him

(bo yuan: yeah these two have on and off days, you can never predict it)

and also constantly naruto runs around the daycare

bo yuan: lin mo stop running!

lin mo: *nyoom*

he also once nyoomed into keyu

keyu: ow what was that for?

lin mo: you were in my way!

and now he nyooms into keyu for fun

a very good mood maker

likes to smile/laugh a lot

would calm down if you show him a movie or a cartoon

number 2 on bo yuan’s worry list because he’s the "bad influence" for everyone, also he reduces hearing for everyone

(bo yuan: i’ve secretly made a tally book on how many times i have to say “lin mo” in a concerning tone this week and he came in 2nd. he was only here for like 3 days!)

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Zhang Jiayuan:

3 years old

YOURE THREE STOP SMIRKING LIKE THAT

couple months younger than lin mo but this is the real culprit under a lot of his and lin mo‘s plans

it’s just because jiayuan has a lot of crazy ideas and he says them out loud and lin mo is just like “yes”

also sometimes they are just accidents, but he's always doing weird questionable things with lin mo

got really sad one time because he brought tadpoles and put them in the fish tank and killed them since the fish went nom

but then started to constantly catch for tadpoles to feed the fishes

bo yuan: jiayuan stop, you’re killing the frog population!

jiayuan: but the fishies are hungry *pouts*

likes to fight/mess around with keyu for no reason

keyu: *sitting there, drawing*

jiayuan, with a squishy hammer: *bops keyu’s head*

but also will protect keyu if anyone tries to mess with him

lin mo: *nyooms into keyu for the 3rd time of the day* jiayuan, hugs keyu: stop hurting him!

the calmest thing he likes to do is taking care of plants, probably because he saw bo yuan spraying the plants one time and he like to squeeze the spray bottle

number 1 on bo yuan’s worry list, this child is literally not safe alone or with anyone. they were trying to celebrate keyu’s birthday and jiayuan tried to touch the candles, while it was lit, by the flame.

(bo yuan: i just got the tablets and haven’t set up children mode, so i’ll take the blame for this one. but also why are kids so good with technologies nowadays??)

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Patrick:

3 years old

squishy :D

smiley :DD

favorite thing is nap time and snack time

somehow knows every location where bo yuan hides their snacks

bo yuan: *getting the snacks that he hid in the piano*

patrick: *sitting next to the window sill with the snack* hi~

of course bo yuan can never get mad at patrick for eating the snacks because patrick doesn’t do anything bad

also he's a growing child

best friends with keyu,, and drags him on to “adventures”

*the daycare got a new toy play house*

patrick: bo yuan gege, keyu and I are moving out so we can go on an adventure!

keyu: I didnt agree to this??

wants bo yuan to add dress up into the daycare games, since he wants to dress up the other boys in the daycare

patrick: i call it, patrick fashion!

not part of bo yuan’s worries till he’s on his hunt for the hidden snacks, just because bo yuan is afraid he might hurt himself

(bo yuan: i started hiding the snacks higher up and one time i saw him trying to climb on keyu’s shoulders to grab it)

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Zhou Keyu:

3 years old

smart, but really clueless at the same time

tall, but has the personality of smol

likes to draw

also likes to read with patrick,, but usually patrick falls asleep so it’s him, the book, and a sleeping patrick

wears glasses all the time since his vision isn’t so good but somehow he makes glasses look good on him???

has a chain with his glasses because there too many glasses incident with keyu

glasses #1 keyu: I don’t like them! *takes it off and loses it*

glasses #2 keyu: *takes them off for nap time, but riki accidentally rolled on to them and snapped it*

glasses # we don’t know how many: *disconnected from the keyu universe*

also like a month younger than lin mo but literally has to make sure lin mo doesnt “blow” the place up

lin mo: what if I stuck this fork into the pluggie thing?

keyu, picking lin mo up: nope you’re not

when keyu is clueless he either stands there or just sit there and space out, not really noticeable but bo yuan ran into him doing that a couple times

(bo yuan: I thought he was an ai that was malfunctioning, it scared me at first but now I know he just doesn’t remember what he’s doing)

oh did I mention this,, even though he’s one of the youngest, he’s the tallest, with that advantage he likes to try to pick people up

jiayuan: keyu pick me up!

keyu: no

patrick: keyu likes me more he will pick me up!

keyu: no

patrick: *pouts*

keyu: *tries to pick both jiayuan and patrick up at the same time*

bo yuan, running over: ZHOU KEYU PUT THEM DOWN YOULL BREAK YOURSELF

not too high up on bo yuan’s worry list, give him a piece of paper or book or anything he would just calmly sit there and do something with it

(bo yuan: every time when we do art or reading its so hard to pry keyu away, he has to finish what he was doing and he’s so concentrated he doesn’t hear anybody)

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Liu Zhang (AK):

4 years old

loud, VERY LOUD.

he doesn’t know he’s loud

bo yuan: ak you don’t have to yell

ak: OKAY

monopolized over all the instrument music type of toys in the daycare

bo yuan: ak you know you have to share your toys right?

ak: I gave the ukulele to mika

honestly having ak is like having a walking megaphone so bo yuan ended up actually making ak his little helper for announcements

bo yuan: ak go tell everyone is lunch time

ak: alright!

ak: *da da da running to fetch his little stool*

ak, stands on a little stool in the middle of the play room: ITS LUNCH TIMEEEEEE-

nine, swats ak’s leg: YOU SCARED ME

the only time ak is quiet is when he’s around lin mo, he kinda just likes to watch lin mo and follow him around so that’s that

unless lin mo starts messing with him, then you just lose your hearing for the day

also at first bo yuan was trying to see what ak is interested in, and he taught ak hot cross buns on the bells and thought that would calm ak down,, but oops ak ended up making more noises

patrick: I WANNA SLEEP AK

(bo yuan: I swear something happened to this kid or something. he’s not hard of hearing but he’s just naturally so loud)

i too would lose my hearing if im around ak so much

not to high on bo yuan’s worries but he just make sure ak isn’t being too loud and bothering the other kids, usually he’s pretty good about that but you never know when a little patrick will start napping or anyone really so gotta contain his energy

(bo yuan: ak is usually the first one that’s awake from nap time but its usually like 5-10min before everyone else so i told him he can go and play but he just has to be quiet)

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alrighty !! now you've met everyone in the daycare, what kind of fun and chaotic adventures are they going to have??

(all future daycare au things will be incorrect quotes + short little one shots, this intro mostly served as a bio so you understand their personalities a bit, and i hope you enjoyed it!)

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Summary - Erik loves you just the way you are

(A/n) For all the beauties who don't know, I'm a student teacher at my old high school. It's so weird being on like the same level with the teachers I used to fear. Like I'm here making coffee and tea with them and laughing over jokes like they really didn't give me detention for my hair and nails back then but ANYWAY I have a little time to myself so here's a little Erik Imagine.

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Erik arrived home after a long day of work. He was tired and emotionally drained. All he wanted to do was chill in his basketball shorts, play some video games, eat your food, sleep and cuddle with you. That was his plan for his night and afternoon but after he saw you crying on the bathroom floor he couldn't even remember any of that.

"Baby are you alright? Should I drive you to the hospital?" He was very worried sick and all his words came out fast in a hurried panic.

Your face was red and wet with tears. You had been crying for a while now. Your breakdown was triggered when you weighed yourself. You had gained some weight.

You weren't crying because of the extra fat, no, you were crying because it signifies change. You thought you weren't as beautiful anymore. You and Erik weren't as craze and spontaneous as you once we're. Y'all enjoyed cuddling and watching movies or having friends over for dinner dates. Y'all liked walking on the beach barefoot and kissing for what always seemed like hours before someone tried to undress the other. Being on his lap slowly kissing him started being better and more intermittent then fucking. This was the problem.

You feared that you had become boring. Like you made Erik and yourself the couple's you and your friends in high school used to make fun of. You feared one day Erik would wake up to you and regret the time he spent with you. You feared he would leave you for some younger girl who would keep him on his toes and then the tears came.

You didn't even hear Erik come home. All you felt was his hands on your shoulders and his worried face. 

When you didn't answer he ran his hands over your body in search of any injuries the same way he was trained to do with a wounded soldier. 

“E stop.“

“You not hurt. So tell me why I come back to you crying like you just got robbed?“

“it's just....I ....I don't want you to leave me.." Erik pulled away terribly confused

"What do you mean. Baby did you ...do something?"

You nodded. You shouldn't have cause what Erik really meant was Did you do someone. 

"I got fat and I got bored. When I see” sniff ”other couples they go to clubs and ” sniff ” they do fun stuff we used to do. Now ” sniff ” we just sit at home and eat chocolate chip ice cream and ” sniff ” ...we gossip like old church ladies. ...for fucks sake to bed at 8:30 ...like we in school or something ” sniff ” ...i don't even shave anymore ” sniff ” ...I'm afraid... you don't find me attractive anymore and you just pity me too much to leave me. "

Erik dropped and sat next to you. He pull your hand in his and kissed the back.

“First thing I want you to know is that I find you absolutely attractive. You just got thicc and you got a little bit on your tummy.“

“Erik.“ you whined cause he was teasing you.

“What?! Please, your pouch ain't stopping me from realizing that you're amazing and that there is no one I can be this comfortable with. We grown I don't want to do all that stuff. Titi and Kookie are out there every friday, partying, trana find their soulmate but i already found mine....She is beautiful inside and out, she is intelligent, she got a mouth but what am I supposed to expect with all that knowledge up there. I love her too damn much for her to question how I feel about her..  “

“I’m sorry Erik I didn't mean to insult you.“

“Nah. You didn't. I'm just thinking to myself how can you even question my love for you. Do I not show it enough? Do I not sacrifice enough? Do I not go out of my way enough? “

You started to feel guilty because he did all of that. You got up on your knees and kneeled in front of him. 

“That's really not what I meant Erik. I know your amazing, i know you are an incredible partner ...I just worry that I'm not that for you.“

“Will you believe me if i said you were?“ You bite your lip and sat on the back of your calves. You let out a sigh and he took your hand once again.

“Marry me.“

Your head shot up to him. “Marry me. You think i would marry a girl I don't love? I'm not playing. I love you. I love you just the way you are.”

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Set Me Ablaze

Words: 3643

Genre: smut, slight angst, slight fluff

Pairing: Kai x reader

A/N: Part 2 of Playing With Fire

And happy Birthday, cousin (part 1)

"What--" You blink, gaping at him like a fish. "What the hell are you doing here?" 

Jongin stands at the open door, a bucket hat pulled low over his face that was covered by a mask. You can only see his eyes but it's enough as you demand, "How'd you even find this place?" 

He rolls his eyes. "We may not be in technologically advanced Korea but I can pay someone to find out your friend's flat, Y/N." 

He pushes past you and enters, leaving you to close the door in bafflement. You turn towards him and cross your arms.

"Stop lying," you say, blankly, noticing how he wasn't meeting your gaze, a tell-tale sign. "You know I live here." 

He looks up at you then. "I know. I just said that so you wouldn't freak out and run away again." 

"You lying freaks me out, Jongin," you admit wryly. "Don't lie for my peace of mind. In all our years together, it was the one thing you never did. Don't... don't change that too." 

"Too?" He was silent as he listened but at the last statement, he raises an eyebrow. "So you think I've changed?"

It's your turn to stay silent now. 

Jongin steps forward, eyes trained on you. "How have I changed? In a good way or a bad way?" 

At this, you raise your eyes to glare at him. Your tone is sharp as you snap, "I don't know, Jongin, all we had was a quick fuck and not exactly a heart-to-heart conversation so how the hell should I know about that?" 

A shuffling noise sounds to your left and you turn in that direction to see Sera tossing on your couch where she had passed out last night in a drunken heap.

"We can change that," you hear his voice say softer now, your gaze shifting back to him. Jongin's eyes search your face as he says, "We got the quick fuck out of the way so now let's... have a heart-to-heart." 

"I don't--" You started loudly before stopping and glancing at Sera who whined in her sleep, throwing the blanket over her head. Sighing, you mumbled in exasperation, "I don't have anything to say to you, Jongin. I'm too exhausted to even see you to the door so please just leave." 

You don't wait for a response and turn to head for your bedroom. You push the door open and make a beeline for the bed, climbing on top of the pillows.

"Y/N." 

You look up to see Jongin standing at your door, leaning against the doorframe as his eyes watch you. You curl your legs underneath yourself, tugging on the oversized tee that you were wearing to cover whatever you could although it was pointless--if you pulled anymore, you're sure the material would rip. 

Your eyes absentmindedly rake over Jongin, a similar plain tee hanging over his frame. You couldn't see the bucket hat and mask anywhere and you assumed he'd left it on the table or somewhere else in the living room.  

In all the time that you'd spent together, you'd always loved seeing Jongin's bare no-makeup face. After all the hectic schedules and the few days that you got together--fewer still when you two didn't argue--it was one of your favourite things: to wake up to his sleeping natural face. You'd always felt lucky to be one of the few that got to see it.

And now, after last night, you felt that same feeling as you see him now without all the eyeshadow, lip tint and blemish-free makeup. 

Still so beautiful.

You swallow thickly. "Aren't you going to leave?" 

He crosses his arms, narrowing his eyes at you. "Are you going to leave? Which country will it be this time?" 

You don't say anything, suddenly feeling small at the way he was glaring at you as you fiddled with the hem of your shirt. 

"I hate that you did that," Jongin admits, his voice sounding strained with pain. Your eyes are focused on his as he continues, "It hurt more than anything you ever said to me. I'm not a stalker, Y/N, you don't... you don't have to be afraid of me. I stopped searching for you after the second time, when I ran into you at Thailand and you left that night itself. That wasn't even intentional, by the way. I had a photoshoot and running into you at that market was the last thing on my mind." 

Your eyes blur at his confession and you blink quickly, feeling a lump form in your throat. There was a dull ache in your chest as you imagined all the things that could have run through his mind at your antics. 

"I didn't--" You stop, clearing your throat. "I didn't do it cause I was afraid of you, Jongin. I did it cause I was afraid that I would run back to you. I needed time... and space. It was all I could think of." 

"Besides," you added, glancing at him. "The reason I left that night itself was cause I'd only arrived a few days prior. I hadn't even unpacked yet so it was easier to leave. It's not cause I was that adamant to leave. Or cause I was afraid of you. Or thought you were a stalker." 

The words hang in the air between you two uselessly and you want to say something to make it better but you know there isn't anything much to say. Tears prick at your eyes at the realisation that you had hurt him by running away. You'd never given him an explanation, not when you left your shared apartment nor at Japan or Thailand. As much as it hurt, he deserved at least an explanation. Some form of closure. 

Jongin was watching your face and as if he could read your mind, he asked softly, "Did it help?" 

You blink. "What?" 

"All the running you did. Did it help? Are you happy now?" He hesitated. "Happy over me?" 

Your heart crumbled. You felt your lower lip quiver and Jongin immediately strode forward, grabbing your hands as you tried not to cry.

"No," you choked out, shaking your head as you stared at your joined hands. "I'm not, you idiot. It killed me everytime I saw you plastered across some magazine and billboard but seeing you at the concert last night was hell. I thought it wouldn't hurt but it did and it only got worse after I left the club."

You felt Jongin still at that, his fingers tightening around yours. "So you regret it then?" 

You raise your head to look at him and he prodded, "You regret what happened last night at the club?" 

You sniffled, your voice soft as you reply, "Only cause I had to leave." 

"No one asked you to," he defended. "You didn't have to leave, Y/N." 

You're already shaking your head, starting to say, "You know I had to--" 

"No." His tone is firm and final that it stops the words at your throat as he continues, "No, I don't know if you had to. What I know is that I hated you for leaving. I always imagined you leaving that day, how much you must have despised me that you left me with an empty apartment to come home to, no explanation or even a note. And yesterday, I saw it." 

"Jongin--" 

"I'm not over you, Y/N," he admitted, his eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I know you're not either. I thought I was fine but when I saw you last night, I wanted you. Not just for a 'quick fuck' either. I need you."

You're already shaking your head. "Jongin, we can't--" 

"I know," he cut you off yet again. "I know I wasn't the perfect boyfriend. I know I hurt you more than I loved you and I want to fix that, Y/N. I'm sorry that I made you run. I know that's on me. I regretted all the words I said, all the things I did and didn't do, all the times I made you cry and I still do." 

His hands clasp yours tightly, long fingers intertwining with yours. 

"Just give us another chance," he whispered, pressing his forehead to yours. "We can make this work. I know we can. I can't let you leave again, Y/N. Not without trying, at least." 

"We're too toxic," you breathed out weakly. "We can't keep hurting each other." 

"You only hurt me when you left. You only left when I hurt you. I'm not going to hurt you again." 

"You're like fire, Jongin." You look up at him then, teary eyes meeting his. "I burn when I'm with you and I yearn for you when I'm away. I can't keep doing that to myself."

He's silent as he stares at you. "Give me a chance to make it right and I promise you won't have to burn or yearn for me. I'll be right here."

You feel the tears roll down your cheeks and before they can fall down your face, Jongin's lips are on them, soft feather kisses to wipe away the pain. 

You feel the last of your resolve slip away as your hand reaches up to gingerly touch his cheek, turning his mouth to yours. You can taste your tears on him as he presses his lips to yours, hand snaking to the back of your neck. You grip his sleeve tightly, the light cotton bunching up in your fingers as you sit up on your knees, leaning forward into him and kissing him fervently. You feel your heart swell as if it was your first kiss with him and you realise that in a way, it is--a new beginning.

Jongin takes your shoulders and gently pushes you, making you fall back onto your pillows. You close your eyes and sigh softly as he makes a trail of kisses from your forehead down your nose, to your cheeks and finally your lips. Right as you arch your back to kiss him harder, he pulls away to bury his face in your neck. You moan softly as you feel his mouth suck on the soft flesh under your ear, his circling tongue sending pangs of arousal straight to your throbbing core.

You grab his shoulders and with a burst of strength, roll him off you. Jongin falls back in surprise, eyes wide as you sit up and throw your leg over his waist to straddle him. 

He breathes your name in a soft whisper as you press your chest against his, hands cupping his face. His fingers are gripping your sides, feeling like fire on your bare hips where they've slipped underneath your shirt. 

Your own hands are tugging at his collar and he sits up slightly, helping you yank it off his head. Your eyes immediately fall on the darkening hickeys, scattered across his throat, collar and down to his chest. You raise your hand to it and freeze as he hisses when your nail slightly scrapes over a particularly purplish-looking one right at the crook of his neck. 

"Proud of yourself?" Jongin asks, raising an eyebrow in amusement.

You shake your head, running your fingers over them lightly. "I didn't think they would become this... purple." 

"Well, you weren't exactly gentle last night." 

"Oh shut up, you bruise like a peach." At Jongin's chuckle, you smile before saying honestly, "I'm sorry. You'll probably get into trouble with the staff when they notice it--" 

"Y/N," he shut you up, pressing his lips to yours. You closed your eyes and he grabbed the hem of your shirt, pulling it off your neck. You blink at him as you feel the cool air of your room hit your bare torso. 

"It's fine," he reassured you, kissing you softly. "Mark me as much as you wish cause I'm not going anywhere." 

You loop your arms around his broad shoulders, pulling him flush against your chest as you feel his warm skin on yours. He grips the back of your hair tightly and you push him back down on the pillows so that you could lay atop him.

Jongin's fingers grip your hips, your own lightly and teasingly tracing a path down the side of his face to his neck and over his chest. He moans into your mouth, grabbing your hand to stop the torture and you can't help but smile into the kiss as you roll your hips against his, feeling that familiar bulge poke into you. The thin material of your panty sticks to you as you grind harder against him, greedily wanting more. 

Jongin's hands fly back up to your hips and in a second, he has you rolled back on the bed until you're up against the headboard and he is kneeling in between your spread thighs. 

"I think that's enough teasing for now, babe," he said, dropping his head to your neck, licking up to your ear. You grip his arms and arch your back into him, throwing your head back against the headboard to grant him more access. You close your eyes, moaning as you feel his fingers tweak your nipple, rolling the bud in between his thumb and forefinger. His other hand slips under the side of your panty, curling his finger around it as he slowly drags it down your thighs. 

Your hands wrap around the back of his head as his lips latch onto your breast, his wet tongue and warm mouth making you a writhing mess under him. You don't realise you'd moaned out 'Kai' until you feel him smirk against your chest, raising his head to you. 

"I love that you still switch to Kai when we're having sex," he murmurs, kissing your chin. 

You grip his purple locks tightly in your fingers as you kiss him. 

"You know its cause you get the same look that you do when you're performing," you mutter against his lips as your hands move down his chest to the waistband of his shorts, already unbuttoning and yanking down the zipper. 

Jongin starts moving his head lower, his lips at your navel now and you grab his face, shaking your head at him. 

"Not now," you say, kissing his nose. "Later." 

"Impatient, are we?" 

"Jongin, I swear--" 

He chuckles, finally taking off the panty from around your ankles and flinging it across the room along with his shorts. He kisses you deeply then and you sink back into the pillows, feeling him poke at your entrance, no more barriers this time. 

You moan softly, spreading your legs wider around his hips and he groans as he slides easily into you.

"God, baby, you're so wet for me," he breathes, his lips near your ear as you feel him stretch you out. 

A soft breath escapes your mouth and you place your hands on his back, rolling your hips into him as he fills you. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you use your feet to pull him into you as close as possible, wanting to feel every single inch.

"Fuck, I love it when you do that," Jongin groaned as you clench around him, hot breath hitting your neck. "Fuck, babe, Y/N." 

Your name leaves his mouth in a draggy moan that makes your stomach twist in an all-too familiar way. You raise your one hand to the back of his head, holding it in place as you kiss his ear. 

Your hips move with his, both of your bodies connected in a way that you didn't know where he started and where you ended. You could feel the sweat on your back as his warmth smothered you but you didn't care--you loved how your body was burning underneath him, how his scent that you'd missed so much was engulfing your senses, how his purple hair brushed your face, sweat dripping down the bridge of his nose onto your face, plush lips meeting yours occasionally as he thrusts into you. 

He may be fire but right now, he was setting you ablaze. 

And you loved it. 

Jongin moves his hands from your sides and places them on either side of your head. Your eyes are hazy as you watch him hold himself above you, hips thrusting into you deeply. 

You maintain the eye-contact as you arch your back, pressing your breasts to him and gripping his shoulders tightly, nails digging into his skin while you roll your hips into him, meeting each of his thrusts with your own. 

Hr groans again as your bodies move together like a perfectly synchronised dance and you hear his breaths get shorter, your heart pounding dully in your ears as the sound of skin slapping and moans echo around you. 

With nails that are certainly leaving crescent-shaped marks into his skin, you close your eyes as you feel him thrusting faster and harder. You hear the sound of the headboard banging against the wall echo as he pounds into you and he latches his lips onto your throat when you clench around him. 

Jongin's hips stutter against yours, and you moan aloud, eyes snapping open as your head spins with the orgasm that crashes over your body. Your legs are numb around him and he thrusts twice more before you feel him flood inside you, coating your walls with his warmth.

You fall back on the bed, Jongin collapsing on top of you, hand finding yours and intertwining with your fingers. Sweat sticks to both your bodies and as he shifts, you feel the cum seep out, dripping down your slit onto the sheets. 

"Y/N," he breathes your name in the softest whisper as if he doesn't want even the air around you to be disturbed. 

You hum in response, feeling it reverberate between your chests pressed together and its only then that you realise your hearts are probably pounding against each other's. 

It makes you smile but not as much as what Jongin says next,

"I'm sorry for burning you. I promise you that the only time I'll set you on fire is when we do what we just did." 

You start giggling then, unable to control it and he raises his head to grin cheekily at you. 

"I'm serious, though," he mutters, booping your nose cutely with his. "I'm sorry. I won't burn you anymore. I'll make it right this time, I'll burn you with only my love." 

"Shut up," you laugh again, shaking your head at him fondly. You trace his lips with your forefinger and he kisses it gently, his eyes shining with a silent sincere apology underneath the jokes.

And in that moment, you know that it'll be okay even if it didn't turn out well. Because with Jongin's subtle confession, you knew that you wouldn't go anywhere. 

Not without giving this a second chance. 

Because he was a fire that you couldn't help being drawn to. A fire that you loved. 

And this time, like he said, you'd try to make it right. 

You smile and open your mouth to respond when you suddenly hear the familiar sound of a doorknob turning. 

Your eyes shoot wide open and your hand reaches out, grabbing the covers just in time to throw it over the both of you as Sera pokes her head in. 

"Okay, I don't remember a lot of last night," she announces, walking in and holding her hand to her head. "But I do remember you going missing and a few bits and pieces of us getting home but--" 

She stops talking when she's right at the foot of the bed, her eyes trained on Jongin who's staring at her. 

Sera blinks once, twice and laughs, "Wow, what the fuck did I drink last night, I'm clearly still drunk, haha--" 

She cuts herself off by slapping her own face and Jongin takes this moment to roll off of you onto the side, pulling the covers over his head. 

Sera watches in silence, eyes wide as she gawks at you. 

"Was that--?" she stops, blinking. "Did you just fuck Kai? EXO's Kai? Kim fucking Jong--" 

"I'll explain later," you reassure her, holding the covers to your chest as you plead with your eyes. "Just please leave for now, I swear I'll tell you everything."

Sera hesitates before nodding in a daze and turns, retreating to the door. You wait with bated breath and its only when the door closes that you turn to Jongin still hiding beneath the covers. 

You yank the sheet down from his face, rolling your eyes. "You can come out n--"

"Hey!" 

You whip around as Sera pokes her head inside.

"We've established that you just slept with EXO's Kai," she announces chirpily, smiling widely at Jongin who is frozen beside you. "I have just one question for you: is Baekhyun single?" 

Jongin blinks. "Um. As of for now, yes." 

"Fantastic," she comments, grinning. "I'll leave now. You kids can get dressed and then we can discuss my date with Baekhyun that you two are going to help set up if you want me to be quiet about this after some coffee and breakfast, all right? Don't take too long!" 

She closes the door again, and Jongin turns to you with a fearful expression.

You shake your head, laughing. "She's just joking, she's my best friend. Don't worry about it. She loves Baek, is all." 

"He'll kill me if she's a crazy fan or something." 

"Nah, she's great. They'd be cute together." 

"They better be or I'll tell him you're responsible," he grumbles as he starts to get up. 

You laugh and just like that, you feel as if the entire world has been reset, Jongin back at your side and you by his. 

It's a new beginning.

And you wouldn't burn out this time. 

[colestis]

It's Just A Kiss. . . Right? Part Two

A/N: I thought you might want to know before you read this one that Tj and Cyrus get bonners. It doesn't go farther than that. (Aka Tj and Cyrus made our for five minutes but since they are teenagers we all know the realistic outcome of that)

when tj and cyrus makeup and become a couple under the moonlight and the swing set, what happens when tj invites cyrus to a family christmas gathering and they're under the mistletoe?

Tj's POV

And then he's kissing me, and I'm kissing him, and I don't know who kissed who first, but that doesn't matter to me. He tilts his head to kiss me deeper and moves his arms around my neck, and I move mine around his waist. It feels like the world is on its knees before us, and everything around us is fading away like we're the only thing that matters.

Maybe I'll finally be happy.

I'm walking home, but that moment is music to my ears, my favorite dream, my favorite memory even though it only happened just a few moments ago. Moonlight and streetlights help me find my way home, but the walk feels like a maze. I don't really want to leave though.

I kind of want tonight to last forever, what feels like a fresh start. I want to stay like this forever before everything starts to fall apart again. I want to feel like this every day, this newfound confidence, my smile that won't seem to budge would give away that something definitely happened.

But the cool crisp weather seeps through my thin hoodie, and I start to regret not bringing a coat as my mom told me to. I start to walk the route to my home, knowing I'm probably grounded for staying out so late. It's around 12:00, which means it's officially Christmas Eve.

Not many people on my street have Christmas lights up, but I hung some up that I found for 10 dollars at Walgreens on sale. Half of them don't work, but the fact I put effort into trying makes me feel good every time I see them dangling with the support of nails.

I walk up to my porch stairs, and the jingle of my house keys fills the silence of the neighborhood at midnight. I open the door and the warm glow of the kitchen fills the house as I hear The Politician play from upstairs, most likely from my mother's tv in her room.

Sometimes she'll fall asleep to her favorite shows, and I don't blame her. Being a single mother must be exhausting, and I don't even know what she goes through being my parent on a day to day basis. I slip through my house, quietly walking up the stairs in the hope of not wake her up.

But of course, she had to be awake. She was curled in a cocoon of soft blankets on her bed, the only light in her room is the soft glow of the tv reflecting off her face and the yellow fairy lights she taped to her headboard. Her hair is tied in a messy bun, and she's in a soft t-shirt, probably about to fall asleep knowing my mother.

My mother had me when she just turned 15, sadly being raped and the person who is supposedly my father not knowing that I exist. Something that upsets me every day is that I look at myself in the mirror and see that I don't look like my mother at all. My mother still looks very youthful (only being 29), but she looks nothing like me. Her hair is long and a dark shade of brown, eyes are a light shade of blue, and very short.

Obviously, I don't look like that at all. My feet just barely graze the floor witch each step I take, but I'm afraid the squeak the wood makes with every step I take might catch my Mom's attention. I'm almost to my room when she walks out of her room, still wrapped in blankets.

"Nice try bud, but I caught you. You got home at 12:00 and left at I don't even know when. Early. That's my point." I love how my mother doesn't even care that I went out, she just wants to make fun of the situation, but still, take the opportunity to act like a better parent and try to get me to open up.

I go along with it because it makes her feel good about herself.

"Yeah, yeah you caught me." My smile won't budge, and when she notices it, her eyes go wide, and a smirk finds its way to her face. "What?" At this point, she already found out that something was up. I haven't been smiling for a while, but now I had been miraculously happy in a matter of seconds.

"Something happened. Something big and good happened." Her smirk grew larger like she had something on the tip of her tongue she wanted to taught me with, but she was a little too polite to do that. "Something happened with Cyrus, am I correct?" At this point, she's smiling for me. Sometimes she'll act as an older sister for me, and I'm okay with that. My relationship with my mom is unique.

"Okay, fine something happened with Cyrus. Happy?" Her smile somehow grew wider than mine, and I have no idea why she's so happy for me. She runs up to me to give me a hug, her arms squeezing me so hard I can barely breathe. I try to choke out that I need to breath, and my mom gets the hint so she pulls away.

"Details!" And at this point, I'm walking towards my room, desperate to get out of this situation. "At least invite him to Christmas Eve tomorrow?" She says walking towards me. She kind of reminds me of Bex. Bex has always been super cool and I go to her with all my Cyrus problems. We're pretty close.

"He's Jewish mom." I saw through my almost shut door. This is fun, and I should have got closer to her sooner. I don't know what was preventing me from doing that. I don't know why I was so stubborn, or why I was such a dick. "I'll try." And it probably comes out muffled behind my now closed door, but I think she gets the idea. I hear her feet patter across the hallway, and then her door softly closes making a 'click' sound.

I pull out my phone and see a picture of Cyrus as my background and smile. It was one I snook in of him sleep at a movie night his friends invited me to. I never hovered to take it down while we were arguing, and I don't think I ever want to. That background was getting rid of the last way I could see him, and I didn't want to move on. I wasn't ready, and I don't think I'll ever be if whatever we have goes south.

I put in the code for my phone, and it unlocks. I go to messages and see that I have one missed message from Cyrus Goodman. Before I reply, I go to edit his contact, and I want to put a heart that says 'muffin'. That would be pretty cute.

muffin❤️: you still up? sent at 12:08

you: yeah sent at 12:34

muffin❤️: thank god sent at 12:09

you: my mom wanted you to come over for christmas eve tomorrow, wanna come? sent at 12:09

muffin❤️: sure, but i'm jewish. sent at 12:10

you: i don't mind sent at 12:10

And life really seems to be on my side right now, and I'm really enjoying that. I don't pay attention to the fact that something could go wrong tomorrow, and only at the fact that it feels so good to be happy again. These last two weeks have sucked, but I'm finally happy again, finally myself again.

Thank you, universe.

• • •

Christmas music blasts through the speakers as people dance or stand in my living or kitchen. The room is cramped together, and it's hot. Really hot. Cyrus hasn't arrived yet, but I want an opportunity to talk to him privately. We never had an opportunity to really talk about what happened yesterday night, and I got a gift for him (even though he doesn't celebrate Christmas).

Glasses click-clack together, heels stomp on the floor, at least five champagne bottles have been popped, but all my surroundings blur together I sit on my living room couch, feel suffocated. There are too many people, but since I'm the 'host', I can't leave the room according to my mom.

Of course, she allows me leaving with Cyrus (she definitely wants me to), but I don't want her all up in my business like she usually is. I think it's because of the fact that I never told her things until I met Cyrus, and she wants to know more about my life. I don't blame her though, I would probably be the same myself.

The door opens letting a cool whiff of air into my heated house, sending shivers down my spine. I go to the kitchen to get some egg nog before it all gets spiked with some type of alcohol my Mom got at our local alcohol she got earlier. I remember her taking an hour due to traffic. I feel warm arms wrap around my waist from behind, their breath warm on my neck.

"Guess who?" They whisper, my heart beating. Blood rushes up to my cheeks, and I can feel their eyelashes flutter against my hot skin. Obviously, I already know it's Cyrus, or else I wouldn't be reacting like this. I lean into his arms, his embrace getting tighter.

"A muffin loving boy who hates sports and needs to talk to me because I want to ask him something." He presses a small kiss to my neck before letting me go, leaving me wanting more. He turns me around, and he looks really cute. Like cuter than cute. Not even cute. Just wow.

He's wearing a red turtleneck with a suit jacket and jeans tucked under a pair of what look like new Doc Martins. I feel underdressed in a white button-down with long sleeves with navy blue jeans I cuffed with one of my pairs of converse. I was tempted to add my hoodie that says 'this is my ugly Christmas hoodie', but my mom didn't allow it.

I led him upstairs to my room, and I closed the door behind me. My room is kind of cluttered with pieces of crumpled up papers and piles of old records from my Great Grandfather scattered across the room. My bed isn't made, the pillows and comforter rustled and bunches up in different areas. Besides that, my room isn't too bad. I have a typical teenage room — everything on a budget except my bed, dresser, and desk.

"This your room?" Cyrus asks, his eyes skimming my room. His eyes dart to my record collection, and then he says "Cool collection. It looks like you have everything." And I do pretty much have everything. I've been collecting records since I was nine, and every year under the tree or in the hands of cousins on my birthday I would find wrapped records of every genre.

"Wait what did you want to ask me?" He looks up at me, but every time I see him, I'm speechless. He's just so beautiful I can't take my eyes off him. If there were hundreds of people in one room, Cyrus would still be the only thing I would be looking at. He looks confident and happy and like he's in a new light.

I just don't know what word to use.

Hot?

That just makes me feel weird.

"Well clearly, we've been trying — well, doing — something new." I start, and he nods with a smile, probably knowing what's coming up. We made it clear we both liked (maybe loved) each other, so he definitely knew I wasn't breaking whatever we have going on-off. I walk closer to him, wrapping my arms around his waist, swaying a little bit with a huge smile on my face as he wraps his arms around my neck. "And I noticed that I did something."

"Tj Kippen, are you trying to ask me something?" He flirts, and my smile somehow gets wider. Cyrus should flirt with me more often because we've already done stuff like this but I can feel my cheeks burn, and he probably likes my reaction — judging by his smile getting wider.

"Yeah, yeah I am. Cyrus Goodman, will you do me the honor of going out with me and maybe being my boyfriend?" He stands on his tip-toes to get to my head level. I remember the first time I stared into his eye in 7th grade, and he was so small. Now he's just about 5 inches shorter.

"Yes." He brings his lips to mine (which I've wanted to do all night), but this time I taste a mix of vanilla chapstick and the minty toothpaste he uses. Last time, the kiss was generally short, but now there's an electric spark between us, and when we break for the air we dive right back in. It's like we're making up for all the longing looks, subtle touches, and an infinite list of things that I could go on and on about for ages.

There's an adrenaline pumping through me, and I never really thought I would be basically making out with Cyrus Goodman until right now. My tongue grazes his bottom lip, and he opens his mouth a little bit wider so I can slip it in. I just had my first kiss yesterday, but now I seem so good at it. I could do this for ages and I wouldn't mind at all. I'm fact — I would quite enjoy it.

But then the door swings open, and we instantly rip apart, a string of saliva between our lips. At that point, we were kissing for at least five minutes, and the fact it could be any of my family members outside my door scares me. My heart isn't racing due to excitement anymore, it's due to shock.

I turn my head to see my mom in the entryway, and I let out a breath of relief — her already knowing we had something going on. "I knew it! I would allow this any other time because frankly — I don't care. But please not now because it's my Christmas party and I just saw you clearly make out. And also, you both have a situation I'll let you two fix. Have fun bye!" She rushed because last few sentences, and I start laughing, still being practically attached to Cyrus.

Cyrus looks down, and his eyes widen. "Uh Teej, your mom was right — we both have a situation. A very bad situation." I look down to see why my pants felt tighter than earlier. This was bad. This was really bad. The fact that I was only 14 kept replaying in my head, and it really hurt.

(A/N:  author here, sorry for sexualizing Tj and Cyrus (unless your into that stuff), but I felt like I had to have a boner situation in one of my one-shots eventually. They're going through puberty and I felt it would be not so realistic if they didn't have them at this point in what they were doing because they were really going at it. Don't worry — it doesn't go past this point.)

"Shit," I mumble. I wasn't expecting this. I wasn't expecting this at all. Will I get a boner every time I make out with Cyrus? We aren't even ready for this stuff. How do I even fix this? Was I supposed to . . . nonnononono. I'm not doing that. I'm 14, and it's just . . . not today.

"So do we ask google what to do or cover them up and fix them when we're alone?" Cyrus asks, and I kind of think it's funny how Cyrus can approach a serious conversation and make it seem so light-hearted with one joke about google that actually seems like a good idea now that I think about it.

"Google. I don't want to feel like this . . . down there . . . for the rest of the night." He says, and I agree. We both pull out our phones and google how to get rid of a boner, and click WikiHow, hoping that will help. They say that thinking about Un-attractive things helps, so we talk about trying that and it worked for me. I look over at Cyrus, and I think he's thinking about his 'four shrink parents' or banana nut muffins. It's kind of working because the bulge isn't really there anymore.

"Haha! It worked! Banana nut muffins aren't an attractive thing." He says, and I try not to pull a smug smile knowing what scars Cyrus. It's funny that I know things like that about him. It's like I know him like the back of my hand. We open the door and walk down the steps, everyone minding their own business but Tj's mom who winks at both of us, but sees something about us.

"Hey, guys! Mistletoe!" Someone yells behind her, and we both look up to see it hung in its glory. The room goes silent, everyone's stares burning into us. This can't be happening. I'm getting outed on the spot, and we were just making it official before the . . . thing . . . happened. But then we're staring at each other, kind of having a conversation with our eyes. I feel like he wants to go for it, but it's not his family. I would be coming out to at least 50 people.

"It's just a kiss . . . right?" And everyone's eyes go wide. Neither of us knew what to do in this situation, and it looks like we're heading down the 'we're not together but we're gonna kiss anyway' path. If this were just a few family members and their kids, this would be fine. But practically my whole family is here, and I'm not ready to come out. It's kind of like I'm being outed, but it's not on purpose.

But this is awkward. Very awkward. I feel sweat trickle my forehead, the people around me still staring. Cyrus looks like he had seen a ghost, and even though may seem like a therapist — he's not. He looks like a lost lamb, he no clues what to do. He looks at me for something, anything but nothing comes.

I get it over with, putting my hands on his cheeks and bring his face towards mine to give it a kiss. This one was short and sweet, and definitely won't have the same outcome as earlier, but the spark is still there. I pull away, and Cyrus gives me a supportive smile, taking a glance around the room. There was a mix of smiles there, but my family is a mostly conservative witch is bad.

Really bad.

There is still a mix of frowns and shocked faces — even some that are just still and unreadable. Neither of us knows what to do or say and it doesn't look like they know too. I take my hands off his cheeks and hold his hand. He squeezes it, and I can tell it's a squeeze for support, knowing that he's there to help.

"Cyrus and I have been a thing since yesterday. Unless you weren't in the kitchen earlier — it should have been obvious." But then some of the looks in the crowd turn into wide smiles, and I start to have a little bit of a smile finding its way to my face. "Tj are you sure? This must be just a phase." My grandfather comes forward from the crowd, and my heart immediately breaks.

"No Grandpa, it isn't a phase." My grandfather and I have been so close, but he's always been conservative. I don't think I'll ever get him back, and the thought makes me sick. He was there for me for a while I wanted to know more about my Dad, while I was upset about my Mom working so hard for me (that's when I got the job at the gym), while I needed advice about Cyrus but he thought it was about a girl. He's been there, and I don't want him to ever let go. I need him.

"I mean, I get it's the new thing. But soon you will like girls again, pretty blonde cheerleaders, smart brunettes, the best are—" I can't hear him criticize me anymore, so I cut him off.

"I like boys, Grandpa. Cyrus has been there for me more than anyone else, he's beautiful, and I feel like my best self when around him. We've both been through hell and high waters, by were here now. I don't know what my exact sexuality is — but I'm sure of this." I raise of interlaced hands for him to see. Some people start clapping and whistling, while others start to smile; starting to see that we'll be together either way.

"You will like girls. This is a phase. Just a phase. Don't keep telling yourselves that your faggots. Your not." I feel tears start to swim in my eyes, making them look like glass. One blink at them will be shattered, their broken pieces scattered all over my cheeks. But I'm not the only one that starts to get upset, Cyrus looks like he's about to snap when he uses the f-slur, making this go too far.

"Hello, Tj's Grandfather." At this point, he's let go of my hand and walked down the final step to get closer to him. "I'm Tj's boyfriend, Cyrus. And clearly — we have a lot of talking to do. I'm gay and the fact that you don't except me doesn't really bother me. In fact, I don't care if anyone doesn't except me. But your not just anyone. Your my boyfriend's Grandfather witch makes you ten times more important." He starts waving his hands around and pacing in his rant. It's like he's a completely different person.

"You don't think that I haven't tried girls (Tj doesn't know this), but I have. I tried this girl who was practically made for me. Liked dinosaurs, academics, wasn't really athletic, dorky, we're supposed to be perfect. There was just one difference that I couldn't help. It didn't feel right because she was a girl. Plus I found my best friend much cuter. The day I realize, I'm in the spoon crying to my friend Buffy because it's that hard to not except yourself. I didn't use it, I just wanted to be straight. I think both Tj and I had experienced something along the lines of internalized homophobia at some point. Being afraid of yourself. Not knowing what's happening so you repress it even though its the thing going through your head every living hour."

Woah.

And he obviously wasn't even close to done.

"And then a little around the middle of 7th grade, I met Tj. He helped me get something witch might sound really pathetic but it made me feel really good. We ran into each other on a swing set a few days later, but I felt different around him. Something was obviously happening. The more time I spend around him the more time I feel like myself. Then a situation with a gun came into the picture, and I was heartbroken. After a while of staring each other across the cafeteria or awkwardly standing next to each other in lunch lines thinking that we hated each other, we made up by the swing set again. It was different here though. Very different. We bickered first a minute but then he said: "You know what else you are?" And I said "what" and he said "the only person I can talk to like this" We were basically nose to nose but we didn't do anything about it. But for those couple of seconds, I wanted to kiss him and that's when I definitely knew that was the thing. I liked him. We got really close after that, spending almost every day together until costume day. We made a costume, Kira came along and messed it up because she toyed with Tj's feelings. Now I think this was where Tj found out."

I love how he's telling the whole story just to prove this isn't a joke. I love how he cares so much. And he isn't doing this for just me, he's doing it for himself. It's like he won't stop.

"We made up yesterday night, but he kissed me. Fast forward to now we're official and want a goddamn break from people like you. So if you could excuse me, you made the person I love to snap and I would like to comfort them. Thank you for listening." And then he's rushing towards me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders as we go upstairs.

This one sentence replays in my head.

You made the person I love.

The person I love.

Person I love.

Love.

He loves me, and keep that in mind. We walk into the bathroom, and I finally snap when he locks the door. I wrap my arms around him, with tears running down my cheeks. He doesn't except me. I won't get any of my grandfather's stories about the old days, or fun days out, or anything. If something happens he'll be talking to my mom and then completely ghost me. I don't want that. Cyrus rubs circles into my back and whispers things into my ear. I feel so loved, cared about, safe.

"Hey, Cyrus?" I wanna tell him I love him back. I don't want this to be ignored, because it's the elephant in the room. He mumbles an 'mhm' into my neck, his breath tickling my ear. "I love you too."

"I said that?" And this is where all the regret flows in. Because he might not love me back. It might all be in my head. I might have just made the most stupid move. I was dumb, and I probably just lost him. "Yeah in your rant. You said you made the person I love the snap, I and I love you too. You don't have to say it back, I just think you deserve to know." His arms tighten around me, and he starts pressing kisses behind my ear. "I love you too."

And all the concerning voices go scold the silent when he says he loves me. Because I don't have anything to be concerned about. Because I love him and he loves me. A knock on the door comes from outside, and then my mother's voice. "I really hope you are not making out right now. I don't wanna see that." That makes us both laugh, and my mom knows it's safe to come in. I unlock the door with my unwrapped hand around Cyrus, and we separate.

"Well, let's try this again. Hello! I'm Tj's mom. And I'm happy to meet you while your tongues aren't down each other's throats. And I also didn't know it took that much drama and long for you two to get together." I love my mom. She's a really nice and understanding person. I also think she's happy that I have my first boyfriend or whatever.

"It did take like a year didn't it. Uh thanks for not killing me and accepting us. Tonight has been really . . . something." Her smile flatters to a frown, and she wraps her arms around both of us. "I'll talk to him every day is that's what it takes. I'll even visit him. Everything it takes okay?" I smile, and I think Cyrus can tell him happy. I just don't want her talking to him because it's not fair to her

"You shouldn't do that. It's not fair to you." And she shushes next and we're all hugging again. Maybe everything will be okay again. Maybe I won't feel so bad. Maybe Cyrus and I will work out. So what one homophobe tries to break us apart, who cares? And so we're hugging in the bathroom, Christmas music blasting in other rooms. So what?

We don't know the future, but I know what's happening now and that's all that matters.

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Tsundere BTS! IDFC: In love with the best friend (Song Edition)

Alright so I discussed the need for BTS as tsunderes with someone and I suddenly got an idea. Please please please forgive me if any of it isn't accurate cause this was my first attempt so.... LET'S GET IT?!

Also this Imagine is based on the song IDFC by Blackbear. If you haven't heard it then please do cause it's so good.

Kim Seokjin:

Tell me pretty lies, look me in the face. Tell me that you love me, even if it's fake. Cause I don't fucking care...at all.

Jin cursed under his breath when you wrapped your hands around his arm and leaned your head on his shoulder. It would have been normal if you were his girlfriend. But you weren't. You were his best friend who had a boyfriend. And he was tired of it.

Tired of not being your boyfriend. Tired of hearing you cry only to end up going back to that bastard who just didn't know how to treat you right. Tired of pretending that he didn't have feelings for you. He wasn't good at showing his emotions anyway but he probably would have made an effort if he had a chance with you. But he didn't.

At this point, he just wanted you to tell him that you loved him. Even if it was a lie.

At this point, he just wanted you to look at him the way he looked at you. Even if you were imagining someone else at that moment.

He just didn't care, desperation had become his best friend lately.

"He took me for a long drive but it ended shortly. He got a call from Lila and she sounded hurt so he had to go look aft-" he scoffed at your words, earning a frown from you. He knew Lila very well, the campus it-girl who loved waking up in everyone else's bed but hers. She had tried seducing Jin too but it definitely didn't work on him. The cold wind made you shiver as you stopped walking beside Jin and crossed your arms, glaring at him. He rolled his eyes and turned to you. "Why did you react like that?" You asked, tilting your head to the side. With a sigh, Jin took off his coat and proceeded to place it on your shoulder. "Can't have you falling sick when your boyfriend clearly needs you, right?" He mocked, looking at you with the same cold eyes that you saw every day. You shook your head in confusion, frowning even more if that was even possible.

"And to answer your question, how else do you want me to react, Y/N? Honestly, I'm out of things to say when you keep talking about him whenever we meet. He doesn't fucking care about you. Lila is not a damsel in distress and you know that. If you don't then you're even more naïve than I thought." He stated, immediately regretting his words when he saw the tears building up in your eyes. You glanced down at your shoes and bit your lip before wiping away a tear that escaped your eye. "You talk as if you're so much better. Every time that I try to talk to you, all I get are vague replies. You don't care either, Jin! I really thought I could put up with your distant and cold self but it's hard an-" you explained, your voice cracking in the middle but Jin cut you off.

"Then leave."

As soon as you heard those words, your mind went blank. "What?" You whispered, looking at him with wide eyes. Jin's heart was tearing apart at how upset you seemed. But he couldn't do it any more. He wanted you more than just a best friend. 5 years of hidden feelings had too many consequences. But he knew it had to be done. "I don't want your friendship, Y/N. Don't mean to sound like a selfish ass but I want what he has. And he has you. And since you're very much happy with him fucking around then I can't stand by the sidelines and watch you get played. So do us both a favour and leave." Jin said, his voice sounding more and more distant as you watched him walk away. You pulled his coat tightly around you, telling yourself that everything was gonna be okay.

But were you gonna be okay?

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Kim Namjoon:

You're slurring all your words, not making any sense. But I don't fucking care...at all.

Your hands were lightly wrapped around Namjoon's as he rested his head on the palm of his other hand. Faint snores rang through the room as the sun began to rise, reminding him that he needed to get some shut-eye.

He couldn't believe that he had pulled an all-nighter just to take care of a drunk you.

The you, that had unwantedly confessed to him that you were, indeed, in love with him. Right after the words left your mouth, his mind went blank and his heart kept pounding. He tried so hard to keep himself calm while putting you to bed, trying to pry yourself off of him while you pouted and accused him of not loving you back.

Little did you know....

It had been too long. Namjoon didn't even remember when he first started having feelings for you. But it had definitely been too long. He wasn't the best at this. People avoided him because he looked rude. But to you, he was your best friend that you adored beyond description.

Namjoon tried to sleep but that seemed like an impossible task. He just wanted to sit and admire you while telling himself that you were drunk and you didn't know what you were saying. But his conscience was screaming at him. Because drunk words are sober thoughts.

Namjoon let his fingers rest on your cheek, smiling when you leaned into them unconsciously. But that smile disappeared just as it came when you opened your eyes, instantly wincing due to the terrible headache you had. With panic rising in his chest, Namjoon flicked at your cheek making you yelp. You glared at him while rubbing your forehead and your cheek simultaneously. "What the hell, Joon?!" You exclaimed, whimpering after. Namjoon returned your glare and grabbed the pills he had placed on the nightstand along with a glass of water. Handing them to you, he stood up and started to leave the room, stopping on hearing your voice.

"Okay, am I dreaming? Because by now I would have thrown myself out the window after hearing your lecture about 'Bad decisions and their consequences'." You stated, making quotation marks in the air. Namjoon frowned and turned around, glancing at the empty glass by your side.

"I don't feel the need to lecture you. You're a grown woman who can make her own decisions." He replied, making you frown in confusion. This was not how Namjoon reacted. He always told you how childish you were and only a miracle could change that thought of his. But the truth was, Namjoon couldn't say anything to you after your confession. Mostly because he didn't regret anything and also you weren't aware of what you had said.

"Did I...say something last night?" You asked, hoping to find out why Namjoon was acting this way. His eyes widened momentarily but you didn't notice.

It was really simple, actually. Or at least that's what Namjoon thought. There was no way that he could hold your words against you when they were said in the wrong situation. He cared about you but he was also afraid that you would laugh it off. That would probably hurt the most. He was willing to wait until you said it as if you meant it but if that never happened, he was also willing to forget his feelings, if that was possible.

"No. Now get ready. It's your turn to make breakfast today." And so he left, leaving your heart in pieces. But you didn't blame him.

You didn't blame him for not knowing that you were sober and it was an act. You didn't blame him for not knowing that your words were honest and sincere. You didn't blame him for not wanting you back.

You just didn't blame him.

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Min Yoongi:

Cause I have hella feelings for you. I act like I don't fucking care, like they ain't even there.

Damp hair and damp clothes. Smeared mascara and tear stained cheeks. A wreck is what you were. And the sobs leaving your mouth only added to your misery.

It was raining heavily and you were positive that you would have fallen sick by now if it weren't for Yoongi, who was holding an umbrella over your crying figure while standing in the rain himself. But you didn't notice because you were too busy loathing over being stood up on a date that you had with a guy who had flirted with you for over a month. It was definitely heartbreaking for you, but it was even more heartbreaking for Yoongi, because he had to watch his best friend cry over an asshole when he could've done something about it But this wasn't about him. This was about you.

So he let you cry your heart out as you sat on the concrete with your knees pulled up to your chest, shivering occasionally.

Yoongi had to watch you smile at your phone for a month. He had to listen to your late night conversations on the phone through the thin walls of your shared house. He had to help you dress up for a guy who didn't deserve you. A guy that wasn't him. And there was nothing more painful than that.

"Wh-why me?" You stammered, hiccups making their way through your lips. You had been crying for too long. You didn't even remember when you called Yoongi to pick you up, only to end up breaking down in the middle of the footpath. You didn't even remember when he got there or when the rain stopped hitting you because he placed his only umbrella above you.

Yoongi's heart broke even more on hearing your voice. It held so much pain, he wished he could take it away. "Get up." He ordered, his voice wavering a little. You looked up at him, frowning and sniffling at his sudden coldness. But you were used to it. Because you knew Min Yoongi like no one else. So you obliged, holding onto his arm as you almost fell down due to how exhausted you felt. You gasped lightly on seeing your best friend's drenched state. His lips were almost pale, making you feel guilty about being such a crybaby. "Tomorrow morning, the first thing you are doing is coming with me to that bastard's dorm. And when we reach there, you better slap him with all you've got, do you understand?" He asked, anger evident in his tone. You smiled slightly after hearing his words. And there was no need for you to ask him why. The answer was already before you, so you nodded.

"Good. Now let's go home and get you out of these ridiculous clothes. You look better in hoodies anyway." He stated, grabbing your hand and pulling you behind him. The warmth that ran through Yoongi when he held your hand was unfathomable. It just felt too comforting. He wished to hold your hand forever but that seemed impossible at the moment. He thought he was just your best friend and you'd never take it further than that.

Which is why he did it. Probably his most stupid decision but he did it anyway. He set up a date for himself with your friend, the one who clearly liked him. Not like you would be bothered anyway, right?

"Will you spend the entire day with me? Tomorrow?" He broke out of his thoughts on hearing your voice. He was buckling your seatbelt for you already. Your eyes skimmed over his lost expression. Something was on his mind.

"I can't. I have a date tomorrow. But we could do something after I get back." He replied, turning the engine on and pulling onto the road. You couldn't tell why but your heart felt like it was being ripped out of your chest. Obviously, he had his own life. He couldn't just be there for you whenever you wanted. Strangely, it hurt more than being stood up. Blinking rapidly, you tried to get rid of the tears filling your eyes again. Your eyes closed as you wondered if you had lost your only chance at happiness.

Wondering if you'd lost the only person who thought you were enough.

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Jung Hoseok:

Cause I have hella feelings for you. I act like I don't fucking care, cause I'm so fucking scared.

You know, the nervous and anxious feeling that you get when you do something you've never done before, that makes you wanna run away? That's exactly how Hoseok felt, dry throat and clammy hands. It was as if he was gonna pass out but he couldn't afford to do that. Dance lessons for the day had just ended.

Which meant, time to talk to you.

Grabbing his water bottle, he watched as all the students left the room, leaving him alone with you. You, the best friend of the absolutely talented but misunderstood Jung Hoseok. He had first met you in this very room, when you had decided to join dance lessons to take your mind off of things. And now here you were, three years and an amazing friendship. A friendship that Hoseok was sure he was gonna ruin.

Taking in a deep breath, he walked towards where you were sprawled out on the floor, lying down in the same position beside you.

It had been precisely two years and 4 months since Hoseok had realised his feelings for you. No matter what he did, you were the only thing on his mind and he just couldn't imagine his life without you. Too much pain.

"I have to tell you something." He stated, staring at the white ceiling. He could feel your eyes on him but he couldn't bring himself to look into them, afraid he'd mess up his speech. "Me too." You replied, smiling at him even though he couldn't see it. You were beyond excited to see his reaction on hearing what you have to say. With a frown, Hoseok turned his head towards you, wondering if you had to say something more important. "You first." He urged, making you nod. You sat up straight and tucked your feet beneath your butt, biting your lower lip harshly.

"I like someone."

The words made Hoseok wanna throw up. His heart was beating faster and his breathing was becoming heavier. Side effects of a broken heart. He immediately sat up and turned away from you, not wanting you to see the distress on his face.

He couldn't even remember how many times this had happened to him before. Being rejected for someone else. It made him feel suffocated. He wasn't expecting you to do the same. After 2 years of preparing himself, this was definitely not what he wanted. He was scared of being in love but you made it seem like it was beautiful. How stupid of him to have let his guard down.

"Hobi, are you okay?" Your soft voice brought him out of his agony. His head was starting to hurt and he hadn't even noticed the tear that had fallen down his cheek. Quickly wiping it away, he stood up and rushed to grab his bag. "Fine." He mumbled, not wanting to talk to you anymore. It was a mistake and he had to fix it. He was better off without you anyway.

Seeing him walking out the door, you couldn't help but feel like things were going wrong when they weren't supposed to. It was supposed to be a simple beginning to a simple love story. You were going to confess to Hoseok and he was gonna say he felt the same. But for some reason, the words were stuck inside your throat.

"You had to say something too." You said, sighing in relief as he stopped in his tracks. After a minute of silence, he finally spoke. "I won't be coming here anymore. Don't waste your time trying to keep in touch with me. I really don't care."

You fell on your knees just as he left, your vision becoming blurry as painful tears filled your eyes. You clutched at your chest with a gasp because it hurt. It hurt too much to fix it. Everything went so wrong so fast. And you didn't even know what to do. Yes, he was cold at times but he did care. Or at least that's what you thought. You lay on the wooden floor, sobbing and complaining about how unfair this was.

About how love broke you.

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Park Jimin:

I'm only a fool for you. And maybe you're too good for me.

Hiding behind his stack of books, Jimin tilted his head to take a look at the entrance of the library. The doors were still closed, indicating that no one had come through yet. But Jimin knew it was only minutes until you barge in through those doors in search of him to help you with your upcoming test.

Jimin hated that you only needed him for studies or when you had to cry your eyes out over some boy who broke your heart. That's all he was. A second choice. And for some twisted reasons, he had ended up falling in love with you. His heart kept screaming at him that it was wrong. Because you were the popular girl and he was just the campus nerd. There was no way there could be something between you two.

Just like he'd predicted, the doors to the library opened and you walked in, glancing at the huge room to look for your best friend. Jimin sighed as he watched you disappear between a couple shelves, only to scare him by suddenly jumping at him from behind. "And what's my cute bean busy with?" You chirped, taking a seat beside him and chuckling on hearing his groan.

"I'm not cute." He stated, rolling his eyes and closing the book that was in front of him. You couldn't tell but Jimin's heart was pounding just because you were sitting too close to him. "Whatever you say, hotstuff!" You shrugged and placed your cheek on the palm of your hand, resting your elbow on the table. With another shake of his head, he shoved all his books in his bag and zipped it shut. Pushing his chair behind him, Jimin stood up and walked towards the exit as you followed him while holding his arm with both of your hands.

"Jiminie, I need your help." You said, pouting at him and batting your lashes. A frown etched itself on your face when Jimin raised his eyebrows and turned to you.

"Tell me something I don't know."

Your jaw dropped in surprise as you stopped in your track, looking at Jimin in disbelief as he continued to walk out of the campus.

"What is that supposed to mean?!" You yelled, chasing after him as he laughed softly at how offended you were. Just as you caught up to him, he pursed his lips, hiding all traces of the laughter he had just emitted. "Just tell me what you need, Y/N." He urged, squinting when the bright sunlight hit his face on stepping out of the campus. He heard you huffed beside him, growing a little concerned for you. Maybe you were really in trouble th-

"I need you to come on a date with me..."

He choked on his own saliva and turned to you with wide eyes. Did he really just hear you say that?

"... actually a double date."

Jimin shut his eyes and took in a deep breath before chuckling bitterly to himself. Of course, it was a double date. How could he even think otherwise? The thought of you going on a date with someone made his heart ache. This wasn't the first time but he still wasn't used to it. He could never get used to seeing you go out with someone who wasn't him. "No." He mumbled, quickening his pace towards where his car was parked. You whined and ran behind him, confused as to why he just rejected you. You had never heard Jimin say no to you for anything before. "Oh come on, it will be fun. My friend is bringing her boyf-" you started to convince him, only to be cut off when he let out a loud groan.

You knew this was a bad idea. Jimin would never actually agree to go on a date with you. You were only his best friend who he tolerated to no extent. Yes, sometimes you used him for different purposes but that was only because you wanted a reason to be by his side all the time.

"I said no, Y/N. Don't make me say something you don't wanna hear because you know I can. So please go and find someone else to play with. I'm done being your pet."

Ouch.

Jimin was so consumed by his thoughts that he didn't even listen to what you were trying to say. He just knew that he couldn't be in a one sided love story anymore. So he made it clear to you, not even sparing you a glance as he drove off. He didn't know what he had done. Because love is blind.

And so is pain.

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Kim Taehyung:

I'm only a fool for you. But I don't fucking care...at all.

The party had ended after the fight between your boyfriend and Taehyung. They both had mercilessly kicked and punched each other as if their lives depended on it. Taehyung couldn't explain the anger that he felt after hearing your boyfriend's disgusting comments about you. This wasn't the kind of disrespect that you deserved and he wanted you to know that. For years, he had tried to keep you away from boys who only wanted you for sex. In his eyes, no one could love you like he did. But this time, he had failed.

You pulled your hair in frustration and walked towards the front door. Everyone had left, including your boyfriend. You were mad and confused because of how the night turned out. The fight took you by surprise because you didn't think there was any bad blood between Taehyung and your boyfriend. Actually, no, you didn't think anyone could have any problems with Taehyung. Firstly, because he didn't really talk to many people and came off as an introvert. And secondly, he was the most loving person in this entire world. But then again, no one knew him as you did. Even though he never told you, you knew just how much he cared about you.

That wasn't the only thing though. Before leaving, your boyfriend had told you to stay away from your best friend. Why? Because he had feelings for you. And for some reason, your heart fluttered. You sighed on seeing Taehyung sitting on the front porch of your house and approached him.

Taehyung noticed you sitting beside him. He was currently debating with himself whether he should let you in on his feelings or not. Because there was definitely a possibility that you would change your mind about your boyfriend.

Maybe you'd leave him to be with Taehyung.

The thought made him giddy but anxious. "Tae, what was that back there?" You asked softly. The light from inside the house illuminated his face a little, making him look even more ethereal than before. "He talked shit about you," Taehyung replied, clenching his jaw on remembering the exact words. You couldn't bring yourself to defend your boyfriend. You believed your best friend. It warmed your heart to think that he protected you, like always.

"If you think I did this for you then stop assuming. I...I.... nevermind I did it for you." Taehyung slumped in defeat. He didn't want you to think he was weak for you but he didn't know what to say without making you upset either. You chuckled and leaned your head on his shoulder as he smiled softly. The cool air made you feel cold and you pouted while rubbing your arms to keep them warm, failing eventually. You grabbed taehyung's arm and placed it around your shoulder. His breath hitched and a blush crept up his cheek. "Tae, I have a ques-" before you could ask him, he answered.

"I like you, Y/N."

You lifted your head from his shoulder and looked at him. His face was so close to yours, you could kiss him. You could kiss him and forget all about your current relationship. You could be happy with someone you've known all your life. You could-

"I have a boyfriend, Tae."

The words were out before you could stop them. You wanted to jump off a cliff on seeing the hurt expression on taehyung's face. You had just broken your best friend's heart. The best friend that you probably liked. Taehyung immediately stood up and started walking towards his car. He couldn't see your face anymore. All this time he was thinking that maybe you'd realize that your boyfriend was a heartless bastard. Maybe you'd realize that someone could love you more. But no, you were still reminding him of why you couldn't be with him. He was a fool to think that you would give him a chance. Your voice called out to him but he didn't turn.

He didn't wanna stand by you anymore.

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Jeon Jungkook:

You've been out all night, I don't know where you've been.

Jungkook threw the phone across the room in anger, wincing internally on thinking about the damage that could have happened. He had tried calling you about 30 times but you hadn't picked up. It worried him a lot since he had absolutely no idea where you had gone even though you did tell him it was a girls' night out. You had never stayed out until 3 before so Jungkook thought there must have been something wrong.

You and Jungkook were housemates, mostly because you both were best friends but also to help with the expenses. College had treated you both well so far. Jungkook was the golden boy while you were just another average girl living her best life. You had to admit that a part of you actually really liked Jungkook but you figured it was wrong so you buried those feelings away. And Jungkook? He had realised the extent of his feelings only after he had seen another notoriously popular playboy hitting on you. It made Jungkook so pissed that he ended up punching Trevor while threatening him to stay away from you.

Because you were the most innocent and beautiful girl he had ever met. Your eyes, the curve of your nose, your plump lips, your soft skin and your long hair. Every single thing about you became a reason for Jungkook to fall harder. The distant but popular hottie of the college was hopelessly in love with his best friend. And she didn't know.

Loud music and cheers of people grabbed jungkook's attention as he rushed to the window in the living room, only to see you walking beside the very playboy who Jungkook had punched, Trevor Marshall. You smiled at him as his friends cheered at him from his car, oblivious to the person waiting for you inside your humble abode.

You flinched as soon as you opened the door to the house. Jungkook stood in front of you with his arms crossed, his eyes glaring at you with sheer intensity. You were about to greet him but then you remembered what Trevor had told you so you returned his glare and shut the door behind you.

"What was Trevor doing here?" Jungkook asked, making you shiver on hearing his voice. You gulped but composed yourself and dropped your coat on the floor after taking it off. Jungkook's eyes raked over your body. A skin tight dress hugged your body and showed off your curves in all the right places. How did he not notice what you wearing before you left the house? Oh right! The coat. "Dropping me off. What else? Oh and by the way, he told me something very interesting." You mocked, brushing past his shoulder and into the living room, not catching his eyes on your hips. Jungkook gritted his teeth and followed you. He was absolutely not worried about you knowing what he did to that stupid asshole. "What did he say?" Jungkook asked, watching as you stood in the middle of the room with your hands on your hips.

"You punched him and told him to stay away from me. What the hell, Jeon? You think you can do whatever you want with my life when you have girls throwing themselves at you?!" You bellowed, your chest rising and falling rapidly with how breathless you felt. At this point, Jungkook was equally mad at you. You were talking as if he wanted that life. "I'm protecting you, Y/N! I know that guy better than you and all he wants is to get in-" Jungkook hated being interrupted and that's exactly what you were doing. This was only riling him up more.

"All this time, I thought something was wrong with me but it was you. You kept everyone away from me. Why, Jungkook? Why?!"

"Because I'm falling for you harder and harder everyday!"

Your breath hitched and silence took over. Jungkook mentally cursed at himself for acting this way. He should've known better than to say this. Judging by your expression, it was clear that you definitely didn't think the same.

Misunderstandings.

These were the very words that you wanted to hear so badly. It made you feel all warm and fuzzy. But all of it went as soon as it came upon hearing your best friend's next words. "But don't worry, Y/N. I'll just take this burden off of you. Go and do whatever the fuck you want. I was stupid to think you'd appreciate this. But now I won't bother you. Don't come crying to me though. Because right from this moment, I don't fucking care what you do with your life." He spat and rushed to his room, slamming the door shut as tears filled in your eyes. Jungkook knew that he was too harsh. He always regretted the things he said when he was angry. How did things go from right to wrong so fast? How did you get confessed to and rejected at the same time? You sat on the couch and ended up crying yourself to sleep, your thoughts consuming you in an endless abyss.

How did love embrace you only to tear you apart?

Well, I kinda messed up some of the members but... can't blame me for trying, right? Anyway, I know my requests are closed but you can absolutely send in song requests too. Give me a song and I'll write what I interpret out of it's lyrics. Alright, goodbye!

-XX

[lilplumbobs]

1-150, I'm a nice person I swear

 Under the cut bc Amber is a major Niaomi  :)

people tagged in this post im too lazy to search through 150 questions to find the question i tagged you in sorry @fadepixels @grumpysimmies @imsysimsy @backstreetsims

1. Who was the last person you held hands with? -  2. Are you outgoing or shy? - shy3. Who are you looking forward to seeing? - Ambs in 4 years4. Are you easy to get along with?- I would like to think so5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you? - No bc its JP and JA and MC6. What kind of people are you attracted to? - the living kind7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now? - lol no8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind? - JP JA MC9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?- No10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? - Ambs 11. What does the most recent text that you sent say? - Squeak Quacks12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?- Slim Shady , Puppy Dog Eyes, Bad Intentions, Not My Day, Coming Over, All Time Low13. Do you like it when people play with your hair? - YUS14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?- Eh not really. 15. What good thing happened this summer? - Ehm well Summer of 2k16 I cliff jumped16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? - I haven’t kissed anybody 17. Do you think there is life on other planets? - Yus18. Do you still talk to your first crush? - Nupe19. Do you like bubble baths? - Yus and Nupe20. Do you like your neighbors? - Nupe21. What are you bad habits? - Nail Biting, Staying up until 7 am, thinking myself into bad moods and more depressing shit we can’t mention here. 22. Where would you like to travel? - UK, Bora Bora, Australia23. Do you have trust issues? - Yus (thx mom) 24. Favorite part of your daily routine? - Sleeping25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with? - All of it26. What do you do when you wake up? - Go back to sleep27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? - Darker28. Who are you most comfortable around? - Ambs29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up? -  wuts an ex, ive never had such thing30. Do you ever want to get married? - eh maybe31. If your hair long enough for a pony tail? - Lol yes 32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with? CAN WE MAKE it A FOURSOME BC BABEEEE but if I only had to choose 2, JP and JA, Misha is too pure ;-; 33. Spell your name with your chin. jnoirdcyhn (close enough)34. Do you play sports? What sports? - How fast can I type35. Would you rather live without TV or music? - TV, but what about SPN ;-;36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?-Yus37. What do you say during awkward silences?- Do you like tacos38. Describe your dream girl/guy? - A living person39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?- EA and I don’t really shop 40. What do you want to do after high school? - Drag SOMEONE from UK and bring them here and have a house with them and take them to do American things ;-; 41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? - Yus42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean? - That I don’t want to talk43. Do you smile at strangers? - Yes44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean? - Outer Space45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning? - My non stop screaming father46. What are you paranoid about? -  Everything47. Have you ever been high? - Nupe48. Have you ever been drunk? - Nupe49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about? - Nupe50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore? - Black51. Ever wished you were someone else? - All the time52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself? - Self Esteem53. Favourite makeup brand? - lol whats a makeup54. Favourite store? - See above somewhere55. Favourite blog? - I don’t really have one56. Favourite colour? - Don’t have one57. Favourite food?  - Pizza58. Last thing you ate? - tuna sandwhich59. First thing you ate this morning? - tuna sandwhich60. Ever won a competition? For what? - For being the most61. Been suspended/expelled? For what? - almost got suspended for cheating (IT WAS ONCE AND NOT A BIG DEAL) 62. Been arrested? For what? - no63. Ever been in love? - nu64. Tell us the story of your first kiss? - Never had one 65. Are you hungry right now? - Always66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends? - Tumblr Friends are Real Friends67. Facebook or Twitter? - Twitter68. Twitter or Tumblr? - Tumblr69. Are you watching tv right now? - Nue70. Names of your bestfriends? Ambs, Britt, Asia, Rosa, 71. Craving something? What? - Sleep72. What colour are your towels? - Mutli ( ihave a lot of towerls) 72. How many pillows do you sleep with? - Two73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals? - Nupe but I have them on my shelf 74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have? -  4 or 5 75. Favourite animal? - CATS76. What colour is your underwear? - Pink77. Chocolate or Vanilla? - Neither78. Favourite ice cream flavour? - Ew79. What colour shirt are you wearing? - Purple ish80. What colour pants? - Blue81. Favourite tv show? - SPN or Greys82. Favourite movie? - MBV3D or Ten Inch Hero83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2? Mean Girls84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street? Mean Girls85. Favourite character from Mean Girls? - Damian86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo? - Dory87. First person you talked to today? - Ambs88. Last person you talked to today?- Ambs89. Name a person you hate? - Ambs90. Name a person you love? - Ambs91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now? - Ambs92. In a fight with someone? - ambs93. How many sweatpants do you have? - 294. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have? -  4?95. Last movie you watched? - 96. Favourite actress? dont get me started on this one97. Favourite actor? DONT GET ME STARTED ON THIS ONE98. Do you tan a lot? - No whats tanning r u trying to get cancer99. Have any pets? - Ya 7 plus kittens 100. How are you feeling? - Sick af 101. Do you type fast? - Yus102. Do you regret anything from your past? - Yus103. Can you spell well? - Nu104. Do you miss anyone from your past? - yus105. Ever been to a bonfire party? - no106. Ever broken someone’s heart? - i think so107. Have you ever been on a horse? - yus108. What should you be doing? - school work109. Is something irritating you right now? - my sister110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt? - nu111. Do you have trust issues? - yus112. Who was the last person you cried in front of? - i forget who 113. What was your childhood nickname? - rosebud 114. Have you ever been out of your province/state? - yus115. Do you play the Wii? - yus116. Are you listening to music right now? - yus117. Do you like chicken noodle soup? - yus118. Do you like Chinese food? - HOLY HELL YESS119. Favourite book? - i dont have one120. Are you afraid of the dark? - a little121. Are you mean? - yus122. Is cheating ever okay? - hell no123. Can you keep white shoes clean? - no 124. Do you believe in love at first sight? - no125. Do you believe in true love? - yus126. Are you currently bored? - yus 127. What makes you happy? - things128. Would you change your name? - no129. What your zodiac sign? - aries and cancer ( i did 2 different thingies) 130. Do you like subway? - YUS131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? - idk ppl of the opposite sex so idk 132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? - THIS WAS ALREADY ANSWERED133. Favourite lyrics right now? - trying a mind blank134. Can you count to one million? - nu135. Dumbest lie you ever told? - im sleeping when im not really sleeping136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed? - closed137. How tall are you? - 5′4138. Curly or Straight hair? - straight139. Brunette or Blonde? - brunette140. Summer or Winter? - summer141. Night or Day? - night142. Favourite month? - April (MU BIRTH MONTH)143. Are you a vegetarian? - Vegan144. Dark, milk or white chocolate? - n e i t h e r shit is nasty145. Tea or Coffee? - BOTH AF146. Was today a good day? - i guess147. Mars or Snickers? - tf is a mars148. What’s your favourite quote? -  too sick to tell you 149. Do you believe in ghosts? - Yus150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page? “ hELL nO”